White as snow
Gotta say you look a little
Fair even for War
Blitzkrieg offence rushed
like the reflection
Of your childhood in an iceman
Killed in seconds
By the hidden bombs
Semaphoring stopping projectile snowballs
Well your snowman
Got the twigs right
There's a fire burning
In the forest
Crying for your presence
But you'll never become
Because you've sold those quaint feelings
For a life of killing
I suppose the blood in the snow
Looks bloodier than the wine
Celebrating your victorious
Feeling stentorious yet
'Cause your iceman
Was never loved by me
Your fellow blue-eyed brother
But the look in your eyes
Gave away the lies
Of your innocent price
For the worst winter
Fair-Weather Friend