Feel the harsh cold rock these bones Feel the harsh cold... set the tone You know it deep inside Got no more places to hide Feel the harsh cold... settin' in to catch your soul. It's a winter age... (winter age...) A winter age... (winter age...) Twilight years they said, The golden ones they plead... But the harsh cold is comin' down Cold-cold-cold from the underground... Saw a vision in the crawdad mud... A baptism in a poisoned flood! The preacher man, he dropped his book, With one last, terrified look... Said the Lord ain't comin' back for you, That he's not waitin' for the wicked jew-"Wait hold up... that ain't right.....Oh it says few!" That he's not waitin' for the wicked few... (Phew indeed) To choke upon that bitter air... While they're threading bare, faking some worthless prayer! SO FEEL the harsh cold... (can you feel it?) Like a judgment frosty bold (So cold!) Your sun-warmed lies' been gettin' old... Like your brittle ol' dusty bones! Ain't no rest for the wicked! Only the cold hand grabbing hold A story too far told About mercy and unshaken folds About a man that refused the hand Offering him salvation for the end So now feel the cold (feel the cold) Rocking your bones... Setting the tone.. And catching up your soul... "The crops have all turned to dust in the field... Children.. Yeah them too. Your line is like the well water, tasting of rust and regret. And that chill you feel... that ain't the wind. That's the absence of grace... Settle in... eternity is a long, long stay."
