There is blood in the snow
and it's freezing and cold
and my breath can be seen
as I stand here so bold
and I can't look away
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't good
and I'm not bold at all.

Yet I'm standing here still
and I can't move away
If I do turn and run
I am sure I will pay
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't fine
cause that blood sure as hell
isn't looking like mine.

Now it may seem like this
is an odd thing to say,
cause why would anyone
ever see it that way,
that it's fright'ning as hell,
that it's awful and scares,
when the blood in the snow
doesn't look like its theirs,

But, you see, there's the thing
that the blood in the snow
is as blue as the lake
in the valley below
and it doesn't make sense
and it shouldn't be there
because now that it is
someone needs to take care.

There is blood in the snow,
just some blood in the snow,
but the people are scared
of the things they don't know
and it's easy to send
a young man to find out
when that man has no choice
but to pose as their scout

As the man they have sent,
he has one little flaw,
despite all his good will
he's a bandit by law
and he will either hang
or he'll deal with the thing
that's been leaving blue blood
in the realm of his king.

So there's blood in the snow
and it's freezing and cold
and my breath can be seen
and I'm not bloody bold,
but I won't turn around
cause I have to defy
all those people who think
they have sent me to die.