Sleep's Holy Mountain LP, 1992 / Earache Records

Insect caravan pulls it's way
Through the freezing and misty haze.
Gypsy casts a spell of frost,
Frozen solid our lives are paused.

Glass village lies below.
Castle of sleet with magic glow.
Trapped inside icy glaze,
The burning sunlight sheds its rays.

Escape the tomb of deadly freeze
To the village of glass we have the keys.
Ice people everywhere once inside,
At home again the insects ride.