Crypt of Ice

Lonely Echoes: Baby Smith's Haunting Cry in the Early Morning Fog
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Lyrics

You're kept alive to see

You are being kept alive to witness something.

Your eyes they crust and bleed

Your eyes are experiencing discomfort, possibly bleeding and forming crust.

The cold begins to feed,

The cold environment is starting to have an effect, and something ominous is beginning to unfold.

as life escapes

Life is slipping away or escaping.

Your bones, they twist, and crack

Your bones are undergoing a painful and distorted transformation.

You feel your skin contract

You feel your skin contracting, possibly indicating a chilling and constricting sensation.

You start to slow,

You are slowing down, possibly physically or metaphorically.

behold your crypt of ice.

Witness your final resting place, a crypt made of ice.

Your life is gone erased

Your life has been extinguished or wiped away.

Your bloodline laid to waste

Your family line or lineage has been destroyed.

No one to take your place, no one.

No one is left to succeed or replace you.

Your bones they twist and crack

Repetition of the painful transformation of bones, emphasizing the agony.

You feel your skin contract

Reiteration of the skin contracting, emphasizing the chilling sensation.

You start to slow

You continue to slow down, approaching the inevitable.

behold your crypt of ice

Revelation of the crypt made of ice as your final resting place.

Your life is gone erased

Confirmation of the erasure of your life.

Your bloodline laid to waste

Confirmation of the destruction of your bloodline.

No one to take your place, no one.

Emphasis on the absence of anyone to take your place.

Broken down you will see

Once broken down, you will experience terror and misery.

Terror and misery

Further emphasis on the impending suffering and fear.

Then you realize

An awakening to the reality of the dire situation.

This is your crypt of ice

Confirmation that the icy crypt is your inescapable fate.

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