[Intrumental] [Verse 1] He walks alone where the frostbite grows In frozen woods where no life shows His breath the ghosts in the icy air A man of the cold with a distant stare [Intrumental] [Verse 2] His hands are worn like the bark of trees Caught by time and the winter's freeze The wolves they howl, but he doesn't flinch The snow is his throne, his spirit's clinch, The wind it whispers your name and mine A shadow moving in pale moonlight Are you legend or just a man A myth forgotten by the shifting sands. [Chorus] Oh man of the cold, where do you roam In a land where the sun won't call you home Your heart is ice, but your soul's untold Oh man of the cold, so brave, so bold. [Verse 3] Man of the cold, where shadows unfold Through the frozen lands, your tale retold Frosted mold, into your soul's embrace Cool temperature, a bold cold grace [Verse 4] Bound to the chill in solitude you stride Nature's whispering secrets you confide Through blizzards and storms, steadfast you stand A silent sentinel in a wintry land. [Bridge] Man of the cold, resisting the cold My body's got to be bold, can't be controlled Gliding through snowdrifts, skating on ice Defying the chill, feeling so precise Every step a battle, every breath defies In this frozen realm where the frost never lies Through the storm in solitude I roam I'm the legend that the north winds foretold [Chorus 2] He strides through the blizzard, a man of the cold, Fearless and tireless, his stories are told. With ice in his veins and the snow in his stride, Facing the storm, there's no place to hide. He moves like the wind on this frosty terrain, Leaving no footprints, refusing the chain. In the night, he's a shadow, embracing the bold, Unyielding, he's the legend, the man of the cold. [Chorus] In the swirling tempest, he finds his command, Navigating the white with a steady hand. Ice-crusted lashes frame his piercing gaze, Carving his legend through the icy haze. Every challenge he meets with a fearless heart, Crafting tales of winter that set him apart. His breath is a mist, a visible sign, Of a man entwined with the frigid design. [Verse 5] Amidst the icy silence, his journey unfolds, With each step he shatters the biting cold. His resolve unbroken, through sleet and hail, A saga of endurance, a living trail. His spirit like fire in the heart of the snow, Guided by constellations that softly glow. In the depth of winter, a paradox stands, A conqueror of frost, with unyielding hands. [Verse 6] The moonlight glistens on an endless sheet, A dance with destiny beneath his feet. He cuts through the tempest with an ancient grace, A silent warrior in this frozen space. The whispers of the past linger in his stride, Legends of the cold in which he confides. United with the winter, side by side they roam, A nomad of ice, the world his home. [Little Bridge] Man of the cold, whispers through trees, Chilling the night with an icy breeze. [Outro] He keeps to the drifts where the birches lean, Boot prints half gone in the blue-white sheen. One breath, one crack of the frozen creek, Then he’s back in the hush, out on the peak.
