Deep inside their catacombs, their frozen tombs of ice
Slumbering for centuries, in darkness, they do wait
But their leaden faces' gaze betrays survival's price
Although they'll live forever now, their life shall fast abate
For them there is but one thing that serves to give them drive
The words that ring through all their minds: 'we must survive'
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