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Sink while flesh sticks to your bones

Shrouded in frost never to go home

Cannot feel a thing from head to toe

Your body lies preserved beneath the snow

Encapsulation inside an icy tomb

Unable to move or breath

Inside death's frozen womb

Blizzard blows away the Earth

Mankind won't survive

This is something to assume

Frost bitten the bodies piled

One above the other the sight so vile

Flesh rotting the stench is great

Weak human race has met its fate