[Verse 1] Boots hit hard on frozen ground breath cuts white, no talking now timber cracks under each step sound runs far where nothing’s left Hands stay loose but shoulders drive every hit keeps blood alive no lights, no crowd, no stage, no call just skin and drum against it all [Pre-Chorus] Cold don’t slow, it strips you down feel it lock into the ground [CHORUS] Hit, turn, hit, turn stamp it down till fingers burn Hit, turn, hit, turn no one stops, no one learns [Verse 2] Snow kicks up with every strike rhythm sharp, no room to slide metal snaps in frozen air short and clean, cut, repair Line breaks form and form again circles tight then split in ten eyes don’t drift, they stay ahead count the hits, not what’s said [Pre-Chorus] Cold don’t fade, it holds you in locks the pulse under your skin [CHORUS] Hit, turn, hit, turn stamp it down till fingers burn Hit, turn, hit, turn drive it deep, don’t soften, turn Hold the line Hold it hard Don’t fall back Don’t discard Strike it clean Strike again Keep it tight To the end [CHORUS] Hit, turn, hit, turn cut the dark, let shoulders burn Hit, turn, hit, turn frozen ground, we make it turn
