we're encased in paper-thin ice,

fate has cast its deadly dice,

the ice is thin but holds like stone,

though there's millions of us we'll all die alone,

fate has bet our lives to Satan and lost,

the deadly platinum coin has been tossed,

nobody here gets out alive,

through each chest is a rusty knive,

"why should we care?" the resignated say,

"We're all dying someday anyway!"

big, dark icy eyes,

enchant us and conceal the lies,

tempt us through the ice-paved halls,

with blood and hearts spattered on the walls,

pledge yourself to a non existant god,

impale your heart on a silver rod.

RATE THIS CHAPTER!