Black Ice Songtext
von Call of the Void

Fight or flight
Damage assessment, fuck no it might be crohns
A constant fear
The end is near, the existentialist cries
Turns out, not what was expected
One disease to rule them all
You can get it just by breathing
Better hold your goddamn breath

Times up boys
Wish I wouldn′t have been such a coward
Oh well


Brain-dead void
Blackness fills the light that once shown
Endless pain
Veins of water freeze in the storm
Slow death, or self-immolation
A fire's worth a thousand words
Bending at my knees and praying
Hell has got some room for more

No time to suffer let′s get quick with it
Put the needle in, make me sick with it
I will show you fear and a handful of dust
Ashes to ashes, blood and rust

Black Ice

For those sentenced to death, make a confession