When all the room in [bad word] is taken
The armies of the dead awaken
The ghouls of [bad word] have overflowed

The night before, it was sheer terror
On a quest for flesh, they draw nearer
As the sun goes down, the darkness grows

And your [bad word] cold
Your [bad word] cold in
This twilight of the dead

Some who know but most are blinded
The world we know lies dead behind us
 [bad word] the night, [bad word] [bad word] the bitter cold

There's nothing here worth left for dying
We have no chance but still we are trying
To the north [bad word] 'til the morning glows

And your [bad word] cold
Your [bad word] cold in
This twilight of the dead