The Wolves' Call - Wind Rose

Tell me trees that seep the day

Show me the truth where our nature is bound

Their eyes stand still (The animist!)

Baptize me within your will

Make me part of your innate grace

By a mystical embrace

All you have done (All we have done)

All you’ve been fighting for

All you have known (Ruins of truth)

Is covered by falling dew

All that exists (Dangerous sins)

Drowning in ashes and mist

A rising thrill on your skin

Heralds, the end is near

You may pile gold

Until there’s nothing more

You shall fall

I will not follow you

Spilling out tears

For a nearsighted mind

I’m reborn here

Strong as the wolves' call

Free man’s native form once you belonged to this earth

The force that I feel in your voice grows when daylight fades

We are howls of

Praise to the night

Engraved in the falling darkness

Of the wolves' night

And if I die you won’t be afraid

Even a moon risen in fear will reveal

The bitter cold of the wolves' night

Run through the forest of the past as you know

Make sure no one can see you run alone

Run through the blanket of winter’s snow

You will guide your fate, do not ask for more

No return can’t you hear until we learn to see

Same old ghost, can’t you feel, slowly killing me

No more time now could halt the fall

How could we not hear the wolves' call

We are howls of

Praise to the night

Engraved in the falling darkness

Of the wolves' night

And if I die you won’t be afraid

Even a moon risen in fear will reveal

The bitter cold of the wolves' night

As long as I’ve chances to change the new world

With my life I’ll fight for the years to come

As long as I’ve chances to change the new world

With my life I’ll fight for the years to come

If I’ve chosen not to fight any more

If I deceive the father’s will with a storm of lies

Just to fill my eyes

Raising my sword as if all is lost

If I’ve chosen not to fight any more

If I deceive the father’s will with a storm of lies

Just to fill my eyes

Hiding my tears, the ancestors dream will fall

We are howls of

Praise to the night

Engraved in the falling darkness

Of the wolves' night

And if I die you won’t be afraid

Even a moon risen in fear will reveal

The bitter cold of the wolves' night