Avalanche, a tidal wave of frozen fear
Allergic to your atmosphere,
Careening down to blanket all.
Serenade, our town is only a mass grave.
Not even the church was saved.
And so we pray to piles of snow.
I can barely breath, but I can't see,
The ice has nearly frozen me.
If my friends die first, I'll eat them.
Human flesh, abominable sustenance,
Eternity to recompense.
Forgiveness in a lake of fire.
Worry now, half the mountainside came down,
I took a final look around,
And held my breath for two long weeks