Bright Ice Testo

I stalk a place where the cold delights meA polar zone that's not unlike me
I can't settle for a simple nest
I like changing the no's to yes
Cold suns, bitter nights
Hand tools chip the ice
Once more, nothing there
I tread the surface, lightly, lightly
I see a shape and she's not unsightly
She can soothe as she ignites
That's what I mine for beneath the ice
I say the words but stand refused
I move in close and light the fuse
Cold suns, bitter nights
Hand tools chip the ice
I'm fixed in a vice
What glare
I stare
Bright ice
Eyes her weapon, cut's the plan
But cut in two I'm twice the man
I rip the strings and find the pelt
Slide the switch and it starts to melt
I'm the half that fits the whole
It's 90 south and she crowns the pole