Oh, so fucking cold The winds, the drifts of winter Bone chilling nightfall Early evening sundowns Make nights seem more like borealis dreams My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry Everything I know, in body and soul Look to the river rushing

Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's

I'm a lovesick fuck I want you, come on fuck me, babe Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok? The weather cold The weather so Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll Cause I'm sipping Pro'

Blind in the dark dungeon's night Out in the distance There's so much gold The treasure that I've found Is more than enough Far to be the hill we've to go Over the mountain and seas To the old hill Where the old dragon sleeps

Is your glass half-full or is it half-empty? Are you here to chill, are you here to party Is your glass half-full or is it half-empty Are you only having one or one too many? Are you leaning to the side of the fifty-fifty? Are you leaving alone or

You're all that's left to hold on to I'm hanging on I'm still waiting In Red Hill town The lights go down on Red Hill From father to son The blood runs thin See faces frozen still

I told your boy, "your bitch needs to chill" (bitch need to chill) Jou ma se poes Fuck, I'm so faded Sour taste in your mouth Your bitch call me the greatest In the morning, I'll be fresh as fuck Fat faded fuck faces hate it How'd you get so jaded? Sorry

The fate of Norns await us all There is no way to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hell's gate I feel a chill in my heart Like lingering winter cold I and my son are torn apart He was just 6 winters old My first-born was he

Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh Hold the heavens from the earth For the mighty arms of Atlas I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way It was an April morning when they told us we should go As I turn to you, you smiled at me How

When the money's gone Will you be my friend Float a small row boat till our ship comes in When the winter nights chill us to the soul Will you feed the fire Spin the straw to gold Will you get cold feet Will you still be there if the ends don't meet