Red Winter - Nausea

As our last moment takes it’s toll

The madmen’s wrath then unfolds

Everything crumbles on our heads

We flee as the sky turns red

The day will come when our houses burn

The ice won’t melt

The world won’t turn

You’ll just cry in hunger and thirst

The day will come when the world will burst

As our time drips slowly

And our lives melt like wax

We put our heads upon the block

And give them to the axe