And... as I was following the trail of blood in the snow it, led me further and Further
into a forest that, seemed to be beckoning me The. winterland stretched Out
like some painting by John Bauer where the mist of morning lay thick among The
trees creating a vibe so magical it felt as if I had stepped right into a Saga
Determined. as I was to find my furry companion I kept walking without Fear
ironically, without whom I wouldn't normally have dared to walk this deep Into
an unknown forest but, the great whiteness came across as pure as innocent Not,
a bit frightening or threatening - I was seduced Every. now and then soft Whiffs
of wind blew and from branches powder-snow, gently was falling amongst, The
treetops thousands of icecycles played their tinsel tingling music Though. He
seemed to have ran out of blood I followed his limping footprints through The
untouched snow it, seemed that no living thing had set its foot on this Place
for thousand years a, place this beautiful couldn't possibly possess Anything
evil It's.............. funny what a little snow can do I

must have walked for hours when I finally came to a mountainside at the End
of the enchanted forest The. traces now led into a crevice and through a Narrow
pathway all, the time I was thinking of my furry four-legged friend and It
wasn't until I was totally engulfed by the white light that I became aware Of
the striking similarities with what many claim happens when we die when, our Disembodied
spirit enters the land of the dead As. the mist scattered from my Snowblind
eyes I saw that in a glade I was standing staring out over a Beautifully
snowclad valley down below The. silence was deafening the, greenish Mass
of ice-cycles reached all the way up and looked as if they were attached To
the sky itself raindrops, were hanging like crystals in the air as if time Stopped
and them froze while they were falling it, was like seeing the world Through
frosted glass and I imagine this is what he had in mind when he Invented
the expression "when hell is freezing over" At. first I thought the Blood
would freeze in my veins but after awhile I adapted so well the chilling Bite
began to feel like it was burning by, and by I removed my clothes as I Went
along Just. a stone's toss inside the entrance his foot-prints suddenly Disappeared
as, if he had been given wings I

looked up and saw I was standing in front of a gate so gigantic it Dwarfed
the two mighty statues of ice standing on each side In. the sort of Dream-like
state I was I didn't stop to marvel at what it was I just passed by Between
the two frost bitten guards and into the garden Freely. and without Fear
I wandered amongst an abundance of icy sculptures so carefully carved they Looked
human there, was a grotesque sculpture of a man standing on his knees With
both his arms raised overhead you, could tell by looking at his tormented Face
that he was screaming his lungs out Behind. him stood a mother and her two Children
whom, she sheltered with her bare body I. let my fingers run over the Sad
face of an old man every, wrinkle was perfect and so was the tears The. Whole
bizarre scenery reminded me of an oft-told tale when I was a child where An
entire village was turned into stone could, this be it, was the different But
yet the same I. literally froze in front of a sculpture of a naked young Woman
who seemed to be smiling fascinated, I sat in my own thoughts and didn't Notice
the roar that quickly grew in the distance When. I turned around it was Like
the nightfall had already fallen I, began running as fast as my legs could Bare
me but it was too late the approaching blizzard was already over me and I Got
sucked into the whirl the, snow covered every inch of my body I, tried to Scream
but the whirling avalanche came down through my mouth and nostrils and Filled
my lungs I. knew now what had really happened here and that I would soon Become
an ice-sculpture myself When. I stopped fighting it and gave in a Wonderful
warmth washed over me and the closest thing I can think of when Describing
it is, an o m****I... died with a smile on my lips
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Frost (The Whole Story) Lyrics

Notre Dame – Frost (The Whole Story) Lyrics