Running out into the snow under a black sky
Leaving tracks to find in the daylight
Rising moon shaking in the stillness
An echo heard in the distance
Wolves of the Mind
Baying at the Door
Wolves of the Mind
Sing ever more
Shot rings trees are shaking in the low sound
Leaves fall shape shifter in the underground
Fire burns Life splinters in the embers
Bones quake
Souls scrapple in the maylay
Wolves of the Mind
Baying at the Door
Wolves of the Mind
Sing evermore
Will he return will he be righted
Deformed and forgotten
White noise is frozen
Death rattles on your breath
Will it ever end
Will he ever rest
Begin again begin again
Begin again
Wolves of Mind
Baying at the Door
Wolves of the Mind
Sing evermore
Wolves of Mind
Baying at the Door
Wolves of the Mind
