Lyrics of 'In The Frost' by Bobby Long

He cut his sorrow from the flesh
And bound it from his love
She said I hope that it kills you

He said he'd give her answers
When his blood dripped to the ground
And from the kill he knew he'd need to

And the wind it didn't dim to the fire overhead
But the world is still mourning from your loss
And your love she's speaking empties
To the death parade in the frost
Oh in the frost

So please bury him deep
Woah keep that man from me
In the rubble and the soil
He holds the the key to all my toil
Until the day I can no longer hide
And I lay down by his side.
Oh by his side

The rain it taints the mourners
As they pray for a straight tear
Down comes the storm
Drowning his old faithful

And they sing a thousand songs
From the depths of bloody hell
To take his soul from their handfuls
But a heart it skips a beat
As a senses take its leap

And the world turns so slowly to a creep
The faithful kiss their crosses
But the hate still spreads the disease
The disease, the disease

So please bury him deep
Woah keep that man from me
In the rubble and the soil
He holds the key to all my, all my toil
Until the day I can no longer hide
And I lay down by his, by his side
And I lay by his side
Oh by his side.

So go soft into the night
Far beyond your fear and fright.
I lay here before you
This is what you need to do

So go soft into the night
Far beyond your fear and fright.
I lay here before you
This is what you need to do

So go soft into the night
Far beyond your fear and fright.
I lay here before you
This is what you need to do