Texty: Project Pitchfork. Lam-'Bras. Tale Of A Walk On The Ice.

It was a cold winter day
When we died in the morning light

We walked on ice
Holding hands
Blended by the snow
Blue sky
Icy air stabing in the lungs

We walked on ice
In the morning light
Don't be afraid follow me
Over the frozen sea
Over the frozen sea

Follow me, follow me

A sharp crunch
A last squeeze
Then the ice broke
And we died under the ice

Everything's calm
We forget the pain

And look around
There's a light
It attracts us
We are drawn to it
We are drawn to it

Come to me, come to me
Come to me, come to me

We walked on ice
In the morning light
We saw the light

We saw the light
We saw the light

Come to me