[Verse 1] Snow piled high with a gentle frame, black eyes gleam with a welcoming flame. Red buttons glow on a frostbound chest, bear-eared guardian, put fears to rest. [Verse 2] I roam Freezeland with soft footfall, calming storms before they call. No fight I seek, no battle cry — just saving lost ones passing by. [Pre-Chorus] When winds grow harsh and blizzards moan, I shape the ice with hands of snow. Freeze rivers flat, build bridges wide — warmth in silence, hands open wide. [Verse 3] Breath turns sharp — *Yukigassen!* frost spreads wide, yet not for Digimon. Only to shield, to slow the heat, where fragile souls and snowdrifts meet. [Verse 4] Meramon's flames make shadows leap — I shiver deep, afraid to keep the peace with fire breathing near… still, I stand. Still, I’m here. [Chorus] *Zettai Reido Punch!* Cold truth strikes true, not born from rage, but love renewed. Yukidarumon or Frigimon — hear my name: snow’s gentle knight, no need for fame. [Bridge] Fire dances close, the ice starts to crack, my pulse slows down — won’t turn back. For every friend I’ve pulled from snow, this frozen fist still burns below. [Verse 5 ] *Ice Breath* flies swift, a spiral of spheres, shielding the weak from rising fears. Then step I take, ground trembling low — arm charged with cold, halo aglow. [Final Chorus] *Zettai Reido Punch!* The winter defends, from avalanche hearts to broken ends. Yukidarumon or Frigimon — pure and bold, peace carved in ice, more precious than gold. A steady warmth behind the storm, a snowman shaped by kindness sworn. No crown I wear, no flag unfurled — just silence kept, and a gentler world.
