What if hell is made of ice, and the devil in disguise
Keeps on laughing at our fate, keeps on feeding on our hate
When your hell is made of ice, and the world just slowley dies
There is no way you could escape, from this wide eternal cage
We are taught to believe that all that glitters is gold
We learn to neglect the truth we've been told
When white feels like black, our certenty's fake
And the cold pierces our hearts as a mercy displayed
We know that hell is made of ice, and the end is getting near
Every picture has come clear, all your nightmares are right here
Now that hell is made of ice, what is the point in trying to fight
What you give is what you get, but again you will forget
We are taught to believe that all that glitters is gold
We learn to neglect the truth we've been told
When white feels like black, our certenty's fake
And the cold pierces our hearts as a mercy displayed
