Deep in the woods, there is a lonely man
Gathering firewood, waiting winter's end
Stuck in a landscape of ivory white
Nothing but desolate canvas in sight

And on the ground, like a bloodstain
Petals so pink bloom in the bleak terrain

He takes the firewood he's gathered back home
A little cabin that stands all alone
His sister sits by the window and waits
Everyday for him to come back home safe

He tells her all about the flower

Spring may come soon

She says it's likely to die in this winter

Now that he's home, it's her turn to go hunt
He provides warmth, she looks for meat and blood
Before she leaves, she tells him to go rest
As she departs, he lies down on his bed

The window across him has ice on its panes
Cracks slowly spreading like cancerous veins

And he dreams of tick tock tock
Tick tock tock
Time to wake up

Tick tock tock
Tick tock tock
Time to wake up

Deep in the woods, there is a lonely man
Gathering firewood, waiting winter's end
Stuck in a landscape of ivory white
Nothing but desolate canvas in sight

And in the distance, wind trembles
A voice says
You killed people! So many people!

He takes the firewood he's gathered back home
A little cabin that stands all alone
His sister sits by the window and waits
Everyday for him to come back home safe

He tells her all about the flower

Spring may come soon

He knows she'll say

It's likely die in this winter

Now that he's home, it's her turn to go hunt
He provides warmth, she looks for meat and blood
She asks if he really saw what he said
He says yes, and as she leaves, goes to bed

The mirror across him has ice on its panes
He thinks he sees a face past all the veins

And it tells him tick tock tock
Tick tock tock
Time to wake up

Tick tock tock
Tick tock tock

Time to wake up

Deep in the woods, there is a lonely man
Gathering firewood, waiting winter's end
Stuck in a landscape of ivory white
Nothing but desolate canvas in sight

In the distance, his sister screams
He freezes as he can't tell if this is a dream

Run, sleeping beauty
Oh, run and run fast
Run to the sound of your sister's distress
Run past the trees to a lake frozen clean
A place in this forest that you've never seen

On the lake, like a gaping mouth
A hole in the ice where your sister may have drowned

Celine!

He rushes forward and reaches his hand
Into the dark of the water and then
He finds a body and hauls it to shore
The coat is familiar, his chest swells with hope

His own face stares at him, rotted with gore
It smiles and the man shudders, chilled to his core

And it tells him tick tock tock
Tick tock tock
Time to wake up

Damien, oh damien
It's time to wake up

The body pulls him deep into the lake
The water freezing past skin, flesh and ache
Weakly, he thrashes and fights for his breath
Not here, he thinks, this shall not be his death