Wolves

All is lost

Silver stars tracing the lines

Make this run the last

And keep to the path at your feet

Clouds give way

Bring blood to the door, silence the drum

Ground awake

Claim the path as they sleep

Now I believe

We could be free

Listen for the call

I whispered to the rain and shouted to a dark night

And the Wolves ran out

Towards the lonely, lonely forest tomb

And the way they looked into the night

Drove the dark round the moon