First sign of trouble you take to the woods
With your slippers and your hair pulled under your hood
You won't look behind you, you'll just know that you should
Be ready for climbing like you never thought you could
Looking for cover like you've never had to
Knowing it gets worse before it ever gets good

'Cause something's wrong and something is near
It slowly advances and has us surrounded here
And if I'm right, then it's clear
That I'll be on the wrong end of the spear

There's ice on the river, there's snow on the rocks
But it's too soft here to cross
That's buck's fur you're seeing in the water circled by hawks
Now you stay off the middle, you keep out of shot
Your feet down in the frost
These kinds of stories aren't told if both get lost

Now something is wrong and something has come
And it's not taking chances, it's not giving us one
And if I'm right, then you'll hear drums
And I'll be on the wrong end of the gun

Now this hill we're on is no longer safe enough, it's true
It's too easy now to be stormed and set fire to
To be overtaken by the likes
Of even children that are too young to fight

Now something's wrong and something appears
With an arrow to its ear coming up on its heels
Now if I'm right, then it's real
Then I'll be on the wrong end of the shield
Yes, I'll be on the wrong end of the shield
And you'll be gone and you'll have disappeared