Fists and Frost

I walk the path of frost and bone,
With a heart as cold as the frozen throne,
I feel the shiver, the power in my veins,
An unholy might that nothing restrains.
You stand in silence, a fighter’s calm,
Hands like steel, wrapped in balm,
But in the shadow of my icy stance,
Nothing withstands Death's Advance.
Step by step, I close in tight,
Where the darkness thrives, I find my might,
Death’s advance, relentless and true,
The last breath you take, the cold cuts through.
A rising mist as I call my plague,
You feel the grip as I seize and take,
Through chains of death, I pull you near,
Frozen fury, erasing fear.
Your fists fly fast, the chi ignites,
But it dims against my endless blight,
No warmth survives this icy dance,
No way to flee Death’s Advance.
Step by step, I close in tight,
Where the darkness thrives, I find my might,
Death’s advance, relentless and true,
The last breath you take, the cold cuts through.
Through "Breath of Fire," you stand and sway,
But "Death’s Caress" will make you pay.
Your "Tiger Palm" can’t pierce this shield,
To me, only shadows yield.
I raise my "Army of the Dead,"
A march of doom that fills you with dread,
"Heart Strike" leads to a final trance,
This is the end-Death’s Advance.
Step by step, I close in tight,
Where the darkness thrives, I find my might,
Death’s advance, relentless and true,
The last breath you take, the cold cuts through.
In this world of shadows cast,
Only I endure, the first and last,
You fought with honor, strength, and stance,
But none escape Death’s Advance.
The cold cuts through,
In this world of shadows cast,
Only I endure the first and last,
You fought with honor, strength, and stance,
But none escape Death’s Advance.