Jack Frost Lyrics - V - Saint Vitus

Winter is coming 

You'd better take care 

For then I'm released 

All mortals beware 

Lock your windows 

Bolt all doors 

And hope it keeps me out 

You better hope some more 

Living things wither 

Your bones feel my cold 

I silently slither 

Turning young into old 

Bodies lie broken 

Brittle from the wind 

One moment with me 

And frostbite sets in 

Nights,they grow longer 

When I'm around 

Your world is smothered 

Under frozen ground 

Exposure to me 

Brings on certain death 

If you don't believe 

Just look at your breath