Wolves

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.