Dan Bull, The Stupendium - Frostpunk lyrics

I still remember the day the frost descended
It was the end of empty threats
From a God who must have meant it
We must have crossed a deity whom
Our greed and lust offended
And upon whose plentiful benevolence
Each of us depended

The biting chill swept across the
Lofty life we'd built
'Til mighty buildings were left crushed
To look like tiny hills
The frost lifted up the rock
Exposing all society's ills
Those we tried not to think about
For what we might reveal
We set a course and travelled
Forth to grab resources
From the shrapnel of oil tankers
And man of war ships
Battle forces we hadn't planned to have
A war with at all before
But now we have a lack of choice
This is the new reality
A gloomy anarchy looming
Held in the hand of one human
Who is that man? It's me
Can't say I feel proud
This doesn't warrant vanity
The looking glass is frosted over
And we cannot see
So, we place our faith and hope
And dreams in smoke and steam i mean
Why would we go to those
Extremes if we don't believe?
So, hunker down and dig in
For the coldest winter tide
Since you convinced your prideful self
That you've nothing to hide


The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Then death is coming home
The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Well, then, we're going home

Ever since the first of us
Huddled round the fire
With nothing to hide but
Animal hides as attire
Our entire world was centred
And dependent on supplies of carbon
The new oxygen that we require to respire
We pampered life's complexities
Manufactured luxuries
While suffocating nature's lungs when
We cut the trees
Now our comeuppance seems to be
To huddle round the fire
With everything to hide and
Animal hides as attire
What goes around will come around
Whatever's underground
Will come up now you're not expecting it
And damn well hunt you down
So hunker down and dig in
For the coldest winter tide
Since you convinced your prideful self
That you've nothing to hide

The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Then death is coming home
The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Well, then, we're going home


Our stomachs are the furnaces
Our open throats the chimney
Our hearts the flowing pumps that need
The bellow lungs to bring heat
But our brittle bodies are a pitiful device
Trying to subsist upon a trickle of supplies
With the vittles diminishing I don't
Think it will suffice
Although species evolve quicker when
It's difficult to thrive
But that theory isn't something
That always applies deprive us enough
We'll suffer our inevitable demise
We are each expendable but
The city must survive
It's just a pleasant bonus if
It keeps us alive so hunker down and dig in
For the coldest winter tide
Since you convinced your prideful self
That you've nothing to hide

The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Then death is coming home
The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Well, then, we're going home