Mid Antarctica (Wearin' Sandals) - Malachai

Some wizards claim

There’s no faking, no potions

No way around the game

Some lizards claim

There’s no pain

They won’t crawl for the very same

But I can’t go on

Wearing sandals

In your mid Antarcti-ca

Some inspirational haters

Who chalk on the ground

Of all the slain

Stuck in their ways

There’s no wager

No call standards

'Cause it’s fake

But I can’t go on

Lighting candles

In your mid Antarcti-

There’s a wind with snow and rain

Tend to ice

The flames

Flames