First sign of trouble you take to the woods With your slippers and your hair pulled under your hood You won't look behind you, you'll just know that you should Be ready for climbing like you never thought you could Looking for cover like you've never had to Knowing it gets worse before it ever gets good 'Cause something's wrong and something is near It slowly advances and has us surrounded here And if I'm right, then it's clear That I'll be on the wrong end of the spear There's ice on the river, there's snow on the rocks But it's too soft here to cross That's buck's fur you're seeing in the water circled by hawks Now you stay off the middle, you keep out of shot Your feet down in the frost These kinds of stories aren't told if both get lost Now something is wrong and something has come And it's not taking chances, it's not giving us one And if I'm right, then you'll hear drums And I'll be on the wrong end of the gun Now this hill we're on is no longer safe enough, it's true It's too easy now to be stormed and set fire to To be overtaken by the likes Of even children that are too young to fight Now something's wrong and something appears With an arrow to its ear coming up on its heels Now if I'm right, then it's real Then I'll be on the wrong end of the shield Yes, I'll be on the wrong end of the shield And you'll be gone and you'll have disappeared