Death by walrus

In this white carpet, I walk alone
Days and nights, the cold is the same
I perceive, the wilderness
A desert of white snow
I carry a bottle with me
And keep the reward
There’s no more life to reap here
And I forgot why I’m here
I need to get somewhere
I must remind myself of who I am
I take another sip
How many did I kill here?
Purgatory of red snow
Prison without bars
The cold wind cuts my soul
The carnage is over

Another kind of hell
Without fire, and full of ice
I remember my whiskey
My lonely companion here
The last drop makes me cry
How must the devil be?

So I will wait here... Until it appears
I will wait here, on the blood and the tears
Knives and rifles no longer suit me
I will wait here... It’s my turn to bleed
And finally I see...
One day the hunter will
Become the prey and pay

A monster
With two giant tusks
2 Tons, black eyes
Searching for blood
Ice demon with two fangs
Making the ground shake
Giving me back all the pain
And now I know... That’s my price to pay
Death by walrus
Blood in the ice

Death by walrus