Silent As The Snow (The Red Creeper II)

Death Metal, Metal, Raw & Grit-Ripped (Male) Vocals, Growling

The detective worked in darkness, no one knew his name,
Just the glow of cigarette ash and the whisper of the flame.
Each clue was like a snowflake—unique and cold and thin,
But after years of hunting, he was closing in.

[Pre-Chorus]
Breath on frosted windows,
Bootsteps in the street,
He could hear the sleigh-bells
Pounding like a heart that missed a beat.

[Chorus]
Silent as the snow he vanished,
Gone without a scream.
A ghost inside the blizzard,
Another shattered dream.
The Red Creeper’s laughter echoes
Down the chimney of the damned—
For every truth that reaches daylight
He takes another life by hand.

[Short guitar solo]

[Verse 2]
December winds grew bitter, the nights were sharp and long,
Rumors spread like wildfire—was the hunter dead or wrong?
No calls, no notes, no sightings, his desk was left to dust,
A badge upon an empty chair, a symbol of his trust.

Christmas morning sunrise, pink across the snow,
A package on the precinct’s steps with ribbon tied in bow.
They stared in frozen horror, no one dared to speak—
A box that dripped with secrets, and the silence was complete.

[Bridge]
He left a single calling card—
A candy cane, cracked and bent,
And words scrawled on the wrapping:
“A gift, with best intent.”

No gore was shown upon the street,
No footprints could be found—
Just the weight of grim remembrance
And a head that wore a crown.

[Guitar solo]

[Breakdown]
Ho ho HO!
Let the bells ring low!
Another soul beneath the snow!
Ho ho HO!
There’s no peace below—
Where the Creeper’s cold winds blow!

[Final Chorus]
Silent as the snow he vanished,
Gone without a scream.
A ghost inside the blizzard,
Ripping seams between the seams.
The Red Creeper’s wicked shadow
Dances where the dead wind moans—
He gave them back their detective…
But he’ll never be returning home.

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[Verse 1] Coffee cups and case files, walls of crimson thread, Every winter he returned to chase the walking dread. Photographs of chimneys, footprints in the sleet, A legend dressed in scarlet with a hunger never beat. The detective worked in darkness, no one knew his name, Just the glow of cigarette ash and the whisper of the flame. Each clue was like a snowflake—unique and cold and thin, But after years of hunting, he was closing in. [Pre-Chorus] Breath on frosted windows, Bootsteps in the street, He could hear the sleigh-bells Pounding like a heart that missed a beat. [Chorus] Silent as the snow he vanished, Gone without a scream. A ghost inside the blizzard, Another shattered dream. The Red Creeper’s laughter echoes Down the chimney of the damned— For every truth that reaches daylight He takes another life by hand. [Short guitar solo] [Verse 2] December winds grew bitter, the nights were sharp and long, Rumors spread like wildfire—was the hunter dead or wrong? No calls, no notes, no sightings, his desk was left to dust, A badge upon an empty chair, a symbol of his trust. Christmas morning sunrise, pink across the snow, A package on the precinct’s steps with ribbon tied in bow. They stared in frozen horror, no one dared to speak— A box that dripped with secrets, and the silence was complete. [Bridge] He left a single calling card— A candy cane, cracked and bent, And words scrawled on the wrapping: “A gift, with best intent.” No gore was shown upon the street, No footprints could be found— Just the weight of grim remembrance And a head that wore a crown. [Guitar solo] [Breakdown] Ho ho HO! Let the bells ring low! Another soul beneath the snow! Ho ho HO! There’s no peace below— Where the Creeper’s cold winds blow! [Final Chorus] Silent as the snow he vanished, Gone without a scream. A ghost inside the blizzard, Ripping seams between the seams. The Red Creeper’s wicked shadow Dances where the dead wind moans— He gave them back their detective… But he’ll never be returning home.

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