I’ve warned you once
I’ve warned you twice,
Don’t make me warn you thrice
Or I’ll encase you in ice
I’ll freeze you
I’ll freeze your fleet,
And your “Grand” Navy won’t help you
As you’re all hit with the sleet
You call me cold
I call you old,
You throw fire at me
I laugh and make you freeze
You cling to your trinkets
But know that your band,
Can’t save you from the nimbus
That creates my frozen wasteland