Slab by The Werks (Band) Lyrics

Looking out his farmhouse window
He can see the field below
There's an object in the distance marching
Across the cold white snow

Now it's vanished from his vision
And there's a pounding at the door
He rushed across the floor, grabbed his trusty axe, and headed down the stairs
But it wasn't there anymore

Now he found himself running
From what he did not know
When he glanced back to catch a glimpse of what was after him
But there were no prints in the snow

A cool wind blew, it threw back his hair
He felt his soul lifted into the air
It came back down just out of his reach
The demon from the snow he now clearly sees
Gnashed his teeth and let out a ghastly cry
He couldn't escape and he didn't know why
The demon with his soul firmly in his grasp, sank down forever into the slab