The ice is melting down,
but the dreamer is not around
to tell his children what is wrong,
or what fate they will come upon.

It's breaking down their world,
will it survive another light?
It's breaking down their world,
will it survive another night?

The wolf and the hunter, they will decide
between blood and the mission.
The walk beneath the ice of those who are dead,
and the voices of the silent,
a thought to deny.

Fire. Hate. Wolf. Dream. He who has seen.
They're breaking it down.
The fire burns inside.
They're breaking it down.
The hate just grows inside their heads.
They're breaking it down.