| Awaken the wolves
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| For my dreams have grown too quiet once again
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| Give me howling of footsteps
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| As time ambles drunk over tundra-glazed earth
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| Somewhere in the snow
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| Are the frozen tears and the teeth that battle broke
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| Twelve winters ago
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| When aging was living and murder was birth
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| Taste the cells dividing
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| All to come and all that’s been
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| See the glaciers fighting
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| Melting over, pushing underneath your skin
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| Surrender your warmth
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| To find where ice crystals end and body starts
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| We walk the line
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| Between breath and wind and death and gravity
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| Awaken the martyr inside
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| And the ground that’s solid, cold, and petrified
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| Before I open my eyes
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| Can you thaw this away and give my past to me?
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| Taste the cells dividing
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| All to come and all that’s been
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| See the glaciers fighting
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| Melting over, pushing underneath your skin
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| Awaken the wolves
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| When the January moon needs lullabies
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| Awaken the wolves
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| When the sun’s bright passion cannot reach the skies
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| Awaken the wolves
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| 'Cause we’re all alone here on the plains of frost
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| Awaken the wolves
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| And when we wake ourselves, shall winter’s memory be lost?
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| Taste the cells dividing
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| All to come and all that’s been
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| See the glaciers fighting
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| Melting over, pushing underneath your skin |