To Kill - Antarctica | Текст песни

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This winter, this cold, this land
This is not a place of the body, this is just a state of our mind
So secure, so unsafe
Frozen and silent
Apathy consumed our energy, I can feel my pounding heart slowly stopping
I can sense our rage being bottled and our emotion being forgotten
Eternal ice of denial is what we’re about to die in, this frostbite is silent and inevitable
The warmth of our blood has the possibility to offer cleansing
Through our will we can create fire and life
Through our fire we can create life

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