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I am the White Death

I am the Red Reaper

Take your life without casting a shadow

You see nothing as you die

Head in sights target locked

Snow in mouth breath concealed

Cold barrel in hands steady my breath

Finger on the trigger is one more dead

A field once white painted red

A land once ours now a grave to them

Make each shot count make each one kill

The White Death has come cower in fear

In the snow wastelands

Is where you die today

In the snow wastelands

Men is hunted as prey

Head in sights target locked

Snow in mouth breath concealed

Cold barrel in hands steady my breath

Finger on the trigger is one more dead

A field once white painted red

A land once ours now a grave to them

Make each shot count make each one kill

The White Death has come cower in fear