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 heart, rushes 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.