Cold Haunting Death-Rumpelstiltskin Grinder

Cold Haunting Death - Rumpelstiltskin Grinder Crushed by the cold Winds pierce your soul The master of the ice blade Stops at nothing to find you No way to feel safe Death approaches faster Step into my realm The legend, the ice master No escaping my staff Haunted unholy spear Try to come within my reach No mortal can come hear Impenetrable force field Protects the ghastly lair Chainmail woven by a specter And shiled made by a necromancer Could haunting death You should not have come here Trying to find a hidden treasure A shocking death is near Treacherous no honor with my actions A frozen heart commands to blade Ice brand wielded by the bastard The lycan ghost none kills faster Icicles of blood Ornament my palace my home Banshees scream in the wind The souls I have made my own Ice spirits dance in the sky Flickering like flames of ice All victims of the arctic master The frozen ghosts none kills faster The smell of ice warns you of your fate Could haunting death to any who venture This land is ruled by ghastly phantom Impaled by the frozen saber Could haunting death Ice cold banshee none kills faster Halberd blessed by the ice lord Keeps the trenchant thieves at day Greedy treasure seekers Unrelenting I will slay Treacherous no honor with my actions A frozen heart commands to blade Ice brand wielded by the bastard The lycan ghost none kills faster Daggers are thrown Frozen sabers cut through the snow The smell of ice drives me to kill Brutality no need for any skill Treacherous no honor with my actions A frozen heart commands to blade Ice brand wielded by the bastard The lycan ghost none kills faster In this cold haunting death