Click the shutter, freeze the gray
Cold steel walls in midday spray
Buses idling in the street
Ice and iron, bitter heat
Howling wind on the parapet
White snow falls like a silver net
Tear the map and leave the line
Wolfenstein in a frozen design
Black boots marching on the stone
I am here and I am alone
Flash the bulb to blind the glare
Winter biting through the air
Frozen glass and heavy doors
Dusty boots on marble floors
Snap a frame of jagged peaks
While the rusted metal shrieks
Howling wind on the parapet
White snow falls like a silver net
Tear the map and leave the line
Wolfenstein in a frozen design
Shatter the lens, break the seal
Grind the gear and spin the wheel
Cold white noise in every vein
Running fast to kill the pain
Runaway with a plastic case
Scanning for a hidden place
High above the jagged ledge
Walking on the razor edge
Howling wind on the parapet
White snow falls like a silver net
Tear the map and leave the line
Wolfenstein in a frozen design
Freeze the frame.
White light.
Just one shot.
