RecipeMuncher

In the shadow of the light from a black sunFrigid statue standing icy blue and numbWhere are the frost giantsI’ve begged for protection?I’m freezing Cold winter winds that chill my heart with sleet and snowNot from the north come to this glacial abodeBut from your dimension, cryogenic limboI’m freezingI’m frozenIt’s too late - Type O Negative “Too Late: Frozen”- (...)