Chill my bones! 

I see the staring eyes – windows of your soul 
Ghost of winters bite – feelings pierce you cold 
Where there was reason and hope – all is gone 
No longer will the ice breach – no warmth from the sun 
From the sun 

Deserts of crystal dust – ghosts in the snow 
Voices in the air – whispers that you know 
Caught in the blizzard, a frozen statue stands 
Desperate eyes seeking – a fate of unmoving hands 

Solo: Michael 
Solo: Morten 

Chill my bones – Burn my flesh 
Chill my bones – Burn my flesh 

Solo: Morten 
Solo: Michael 

Chill my bones – Burn my flesh 
Chill my bones – Burn my flesh

Burn my flesh! 

These might just be the last words I say 
In the water down the fractures of my name 
But I feel the fire that sears my soul 
The scorching heat of anger, making me [bad word] whole
Make me whole 

Chill my bones – Burn my flesh 
Chill my bones – Burn my flesh