My heart lies in the woods Head buried in hands Path gilded in fog My name entwined in one Roots dug deep in the snow And arms reaching for the sun Let this be a charm Black wreathe of faith Shall I pour out my heart Shall I fall upon your sword This world loves a coward Love smothered in emptiness And will still born If this should be the end Let it shine with clarity And loneliness divine Let this be my will Black wreathe of thorn I will never pour out my heart I would fall upon your sword