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.