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.