Silence echoing through windless trees The air is cold with deceit, skewed reality Shadows moving between the lines of light Passing fears consuming the minds of the strong Blood stained hands, mind is always in the fight My eyes cannot see the light, only shadows form Pulling the knife from my back, your face reflects in the blade In the frozen forest, I call your name Treacherous one of the black In the frozen forest of lies I am born again The Treacherous ones at my back