Howl (definitive version)

The wolf cometh He comes for you I will pet his fur and I'll ride his back And I'll hold on tight into the night It's calling And I won't fight Snow kissed dreams above, tongue is icy cold As I raise my voice to pine and rock Howl with me As the moon lays to rest And the morning drums its chest Will you howl with me As the night comes to halt And the iron and the salt Hymns they call me from afar In my hand In my heart I howl The wolf cometh He comes for you I will pet his fur and I'll ride his back And I'll hold on tight into the night Low voices Soothing rhythm Open hands that close Loving arms that lock Simple things like the northern lights Come for me Come for me As the moon lays to rest And the morning drums its chest Will you howl with me As the night comes to halt And the iron and the salt Hymns they call me from afar Oh she has all of them She has all of them Now She calls all of them Falls on them Now As the moon lays to rest And the morning drums its chest Will you howl with me As the night comes to halt And the iron and the salt Hymns they call me from afar In my hands In my heart The lakes that sing On clear cold nights I howl