When poison drips from your split tongue
And the words are sugar-sweet
Concealing the danger within
And buildings crumble from your touch
Trapping Truth in layers and layers of filthy dust

...I will burn with angry fire, and you will freeze when you feel my breath

When I am sitting by my window
Singing softly to wild Diana
Of the cold, the stillness
Dreaming of the Wild Hunt, the howl of wolves
The warmth, the loyalty, the companionship
And all the joys that hide from lonely silence

...I will call out to any who might hear me, and my call will melt stone and ice

When great heroes fall into the
Deadly traps of cunning serpents
Forever imprisoned by false accusations
And misinterpreted actions
As Justice lies defeated
Bleeding from a wounded heart
With her sword tossed aside like dead leaves

...I will sing a song of sorrow, and amber will fall from my eyes

But when words are sugar-sweet
And no venom lies within
To tear Hope apart like an over-used muscle
When the Wild Hunt visits me at my window
And Diana herself joins me in song
So that all the world can dance and dance
Reveling in purity, in freedom
With wings sprouting from our backs

...I will toss my mane with a proud roar, and I will smile