where do I turn now what must I give will the sheets of ice melt down to what it takes to live fire burning brightly but it's fire from the deep while shadows of the plight be over moonlit snow and frostbitten feet weather patterns daunting sour over fleets marching forward blindly amid stone cold and icy frozen sheets
shattered by a price hidden in the dice lit on a wave above a watery grave trapped in a box hunted by the fox named for the way you could live another day