The Wisdom Of Wolves
The voice of wisdom is calling to me
On snowy peaks ravaged by the wind
Where Woden's wolves roam free
Spruce forests wave under moonlight's sway
The mighty wolf pack reigns supreme
Lamenting the dawn
Wolverine moonlight, sunshine is now gone
Come predatory guile!
A darkened sky
Ancient specters cry
Waving spells of pandemonium high
A withered orchard of bones
Pagan rites midst circling stones
Dusk-time, an immortal dies
Nocturnal hunt has begun
To sate Lycanthropic bloodlust!
Lamenting the dawn
Wolverine moonlight, sunshine is now gone
Come predatory guile! |
