Have you been awake for a number of days?

Asleep I have heard you, but can't see your face

In dreams I have been to a terrible place

The climbing of mountains, the falling from grace

And I am bewitched by the notes that you play

The song is inside me, the song knows my name

And I have a taste for the sharpest of knives

I pay any price and the honor is mine

I welcome the venom, it keeps me alive

I am your rescue and I am your doom

The salt of the earth and the salt in your wounds

The chill in the air when you walk in the room

I'm what you escape and I'm what you consume

And I am the water inside of your blood

The quenching of thirst and the fear of the flood

The snow on your skin and the frost that destroys,

The ice in your glass and the ice in your voice

And I am your anger when terror subsides

Deserving of arrows, deserving of lies

Your object of vengeance, the mark for your blade

The gasoline fumes for the match of your rage

I am your rescue and I am your doom

The salt of the earth and the salt in your wounds

The chill in the air when you walk in the room

I'm what you escape and I'm what you consume

But would you be true to the oaths you have made?

Would you remember or would you erase

The stamp of my blood, in spite of my faith?

The ashes on your hands are where I remain

The ashes on your hands are where I remain

The ashes on your hands are where I remain