Beneath the eternal ice and howling winds In the high north where daylight dies Frozen flesh and broken wills Gathered under blackened skies The cartridge opens, the gas is free Blue flame rises from the frozen ground No mercy left in this polar sea Only fire where the cold is found Butane pyre of the northern waste Burn the living in the ice and snow Feed the flames with liquid haste Watch the bodies melt and glow Gaskartusche – the northern death Butane fire – their final breath Snow turns black beneath the blaze Skin and bone become the fuel Screams are swallowed by the haze Of pure butane, sharp and cruel The cartridge opens, the gas is free Blue flame rises from the frozen ground No mercy left in this polar sea Only fire where the cold is found Butane pyre of the northern waste Burn the living in the ice and snow Feed the flames with liquid haste Watch the bodies melt and glow Gaskartusche – the northern death Butane fire – their final breath Ice and fire, death and gas The north demands its sacrifice Through the storm the flames amass Fed by butane, pure and precise Butane pyre of the northern waste Burn the living in the ice and snow Feed the flames with liquid haste Watch the bodies melt and glow Gaskartusche – the northern death Butane fire… claims their final breath In the high north… only ashes remain Butane… forever reigns
