I like it when it's cold outside
And the wind stirring in my lungs
Frightened feral huntress
You are the sweetness on my tongue

Swiftly as a white wolf priestess
I can feel you haunt me in my blood
I will hold your spirit broken
Like the foes before that stood

All I was behind the fangs and anger
Just ground to dust carrying the weight of all I lost
Melt me down and make me something beautiful;
An amulet to hang around your neck, and watch