(John Kay)
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Beware the deadly wind howlin' at your door
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Feel the freezin' chill, creep into your bones
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Stay warm, stay warm, you're heart could die of cold
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The ice age is upon us, frozen smiles and frozen stares
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These days are short on mercy, bitter tears flow everywhere
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The heart is growing harder till it just no longer cares
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The orphans down below, reach up and call your name
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But you quickly turn away and leave them standing in the rain
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Take heed, take heed, you may reap just what your sow
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They won't hear you scream for mercy
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If they catch you down on the killing floor
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Someday you'll wake up in a cold sweat
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And lie there shivering in your bed
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Your heartless demons, they will come to claim their toll
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And they'll stay with you till the end, when you go down in your box of bones
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So be careful of the wind seeping 'neath your door
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Beware the deadly chill, it'll creep into your bones
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Stay warm, stay warm, your soul could die of cold
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The Ice Age
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| John Kay |
