The mask is there
For you not to stare
Not to look into these eyes
And find nothing there
Besides the things you despise

Forget not, remember
What I did to them in Winter
The heartless massacre
Judgement I had to deliver

Pinkish tinge of snow
Frozen blood that couldn't flow
Their carcasses food for the crow

An agent of chaos
I am the reason for your loss
Your lethal enemy
The only cause for this anarchy

So love me not,
Pity the abyss in me
Kill me, set me free
Gift me death and let me rot