Across the northern wastes the fire rises Butane storms devour the frozen land Blackened skies and burning horizons The end is carved by gas and flame Sons of the ice cry out in torment Flesh is claimed by the roaring blaze Their shadows twist in polar darkness As the cartridge seals their final days Butane apocalypse – northern death The world is burning in the cold Butane apocalypse – final breath Fire first… then the ice takes hold Mountains crack beneath the inferno Rivers boil and forests die Their blood turns black upon the snow All shall perish, none shall know Butane apocalypse – northern death The world is burning in the cold Butane apocalypse – final breath Fire first… then the ice takes hold When the last flame dies in darkness Eternal ice seals all that burned The suffering sleeps in crystal graves In eternal cold the dead remain Butane apocalypse – northern death The world has burned in the cold Butane apocalypse – final breath Fire first… then the ice takes hold In the high north nothing remains Only ash beneath the ice Butane… the final silence Eternal… frozen… nigh
