Temperature dropped when the pressure went up Fire underneath, golden Helles in the cup Megaton steel with the frost locked in Hell froze over—let the cold begin [Verse 1] Deep in Kingwood where the cold pipes run Texas outside still burning from the sun Walk through the door, feel the whole world change Ice on the steel, orange fire in the frame Clean in the glass with a bright gold glow White crown sitting like a fresh fall of snow Five percent smooth, seventeen on the bite Crisp going down and the balance feels right No heavy cover, nothing hiding the grain Soft malt character running under the name Biscuit in the back with a finish so clean Cold Day in Helles coming out the machine [Hook] It’s a cold day in Helles Fire trapped below Golden in the glass While the whole room froze It’s a cold day in Helles Let the temperature fall Megaton pressure— Cold enough for us all [Verse 2] Black steel tanks with the frost on the side Heat beneath the floor but the lager stays ice No haze in the glass, no tricks in the pour Just a clean German style that keeps asking for more Built with precision, every flavor in line Nothing overpowers, everything by design Smooth malt center with a crisp final cut Take another drink—now the whole place shuts up No complicated story, no need to pretend This is balance from the opening down to the end When the flames turn blue and the cold settles in Raise that golden glass—let the freeze begin [Hook] It’s a cold day in Helles Fire trapped below Golden in the glass While the whole room froze It’s a cold day in Helles Let the temperature fall Megaton pressure— Cold enough for us all [Verse 3] They said it would happen when the impossible came When ice covered fire and the cold swallowed flame Now the ground is cracked and the frost runs deep But the Helles stays smooth while the underworld sleeps Kingwood brewed with a Megaton name Cold steel discipline with an underground flame Five percent power with a seventeen snap Clean enough for the heat, cold enough for the track No devil at the table, no soul being sold Just a pint full of sunlight in a world gone cold If tomorrow never comes and the last bell tells— I’ll be raising one high on a Cold Day in Helles [Final Hook] It’s a cold day in Helles Fire trapped below Golden in the glass While the whole room froze It’s a cold day in Helles Let the temperature fall Megaton pressure— Cold enough for us all [Outro] Fire under ice Golden in the light A Cold Day in Helles— And the balance feels right
