[Intro | tuned music box, 8-bit wind in a major third] [Choir, hummed, in tune] Ah—ah—ah— the cold has no bill. [Verse 1 | sung, clear, chip pulse under the walk] I lost the trail when dusk turned white The mountain closed its throat A blue wing cut the dying light And left a silver note I waited for the song to leave I waited for the blade It set the note back on the snow And would not take what I played [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising] Don't fear the glass that finds you Don't pay the bird that waits A devil dressed in winter Can still refuse the rates [Chorus | lead + soft harmony, chip arpeggio] Articuno, Articuno Devil of the frozen mile You wear a silence like a crest And smile a morning smile Articuno, Articuno Price made of none You teach the lost to kneel and sing Then hand the singing on [Verse 2 | sung] They kneel in rows along the ridge Eyes milked out by the glass We took the lower path beside them And let the circle pass July can burn, July can spare The ridge can keep its graves A little 8-bit meter clicks Then stops, and no one pays [Verse 3 | sung, quieter, chip thinning] It doesn't hunt along the drift It doesn't want the heat It waits until you offer up the song Then leaves the song complete It could have drunk the breath for proof It could have filed the face It leaves a wing-print in the snow To show you kept the place [Bridge | spoken over one held chip tone] Evil would have taken the hymn and the jaw with it. Three diamonds, three old graves. It knew the tune. It used the crest to turn the wind so the note could finish. [Final Chorus | fuller, chip resolves] Articuno, Articuno Devil of the frozen mile Say it if you dare The ice bows. Nothing invoices you there.
