I awake to feel the cold touch of what lies beneath, Ice burned, I'm gashed and worn, a hatchet caught in a storm, Breathing in, It feels like sin just to be awake, This fear, this doubt, my [bad word] ahead of its beat, I ran, I ran, so you wouldn't know, Please, please don't let me go, In this room I hide my wounds from spies with hungry eyes, This doubt it pins me down, my minds in Stockholm again, The doors unlocked but the trees are thorns, The wind has beaten me back, I look around, my shields have been bound with vines of vipers, Their teeth know who i am, These wolves they have a longing for souls, My blood, my blood is painting the snow, Give me a sign, I'm here, I love you more than you know.