Cold, cold—feels like stones
Freezing from my head to bones
How did I get here, lost in this hollow?
A fang pierced my foot—I feel sorrow
It climbs my leg, and makes me moan
My foot is bleeding, staining the floor
Now I see clearly: I'm just at home
Or maybe you'd call it a shattered dome
But there's somethings here that chills the bone
This place isn't mine, not anymore
not with the bloodstains, scorched on the floor
every corner echoes the lasting war
