Footsteps drum on the frozen ground, Echo deep with a hollow sound. Icebound hands drag a heavy weight, Coffins lined in a silent state. Lantern’s glow on a pale-blue face, Souls parade at a steady pace. Children whisper, “Don’t look back,” Ice coffin march on a cold white track. Ice coffin march, step by step, Frozen souls you can’t forget. Drums of winter, cold and stark, Lead the way into the dark. Ice coffin march, steady beat, Frostbite crawling at my feet. Now you hear the spirits’ call — Follow, follow, freeze and fall. Snowstorm sways like a ghostly veil, Faint bells ring with a mournful wail. Icicles drip in a rhythmic hiss, Cursed parade in the abyss. Coffin lids in the night wind shake, Frozen prayers begin to break. Every name on the icy arch, Claimed by the coffin march. Chains of frost pull tight and slow, Drag you where the cold winds blow. Once you join the march of ice, You’ll return as sacrifice. Ice coffin march, step by step, Frozen souls you can’t forget. Drums of winter, cold and stark, Lead the way into the dark. Ice coffin march, steady beat, Frostbite crawling at my feet. Now you hear the spirits’ call — Follow, follow, freeze and fall.
