Carvings in flesh
let loose the river...

We are the ones!
At night we stalk...

Blades of steel,
Heart of stone...

What if there is no news,
to tell us what to do...

Ragging fires,
Chorus sing...

We walk in circles, round
and round...

You fell and bled,
Made your bed...

As I lay there watching,
Drifting on clouds of snow...

He seems to quit,
When I come near...