Dark lane move slow
Scared to feel to let go
Another sound another voice
Ripped apart crimson rose
Total fear no control
Taken back
Hollow creek
Cave cold dark feet
******* in a twisted wind
A heavy presence starts to speak
Screaming silence claws the skin
Frozen stillness slices thin
The ice that grips your stolen ore
The fear of never finding land to grip
Surround a blanket colour full
Holds you tight by a fire warm the silence is not fear but a place to go no one is here
Safe to see a fires warm glow
Snow take the wind and takes the kick
Snow takes the crimson rose
Snow takes the Thorn snow takes the twisted thorn
Wake years away from here wake and live new life will appear