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Frosty grasp fossilized my beard
don’t cry for me I lost my way back,
when the eyes of the beast looked at me
I realized, that’s my place where my trophy is

I hold in my hands a Yeti Scalp

thrown to the tibetan heaven
with no god to save me, don’t cry for me
I’ll survive only a few days on fat and meat
frozen blood from the furry beast

I hold in my hands a Yeti Scalp
now it is too late I miss you
I hold in my hands a Yeti Scalp
I’m gone so far this time
I hold in my hands a Yeti Scalp

all the monks are dead
the smell of fear
turned into blood
don’t cry for me

I lost my chance to return home
but I hold in my hands Yeti scalp

If they ever would find me
this letter will be proof victory stars will glow
and I will hold in my hands Yeti Scalp

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