Frostbite - Jack Frost

Winter is coming
You'd better take care
For then I'm released
All mortals beware

Lock your windows
Bolt all doors
And hope it keeps me out
You better hope some more

Living things wither
Your bones feel my cold
I silently slither
Turning young into old

Bodies lie broken
Brittle from the wind
One moment with me
And frostbite sets in

Nights, they grow longer
When I'm around
Your world is smothered
Under frozen ground

Exposure to me
Brings on certain death
If you don't believe
Just look at your breath