Let's rest and warm our hands In the ashes Wrap our feet in Cloth to soothe the ache For we have trod our soles down to dust Six years of tracing the trail of the snake As we walk the mountains out of shade We lost track of all the things we passed The taste of iron is stronger than ever This taste is all that we have I feel it kicking in Lets search the caves the lakes And the bodies For a guide to fulfil The urge that we crave Let's find the handmade Single leaved woodcut Engraved with the devils face so pale I feel it kicking in