Stained in Red

Far in the distance Far behind the trees Baying of the hounds Howl of the beasts Pallid is the break of the dawn Gales have run their course Wading through the knee-deep snow Dim are the starts above Hearken to the call now Listen to the howls Hearken to the wail now Listen to the winds Yeah Following the wolf tracks Following the trails Rushing through the thickets Rushing through the woods Behind every fir-tree Behind every rock Behind every snowdrift The shadows watching me There at the brink of the rapids There are the edge of the ravine Pale figure standing in the mist Pale figure stained in red Hearken to the call now Listen to the howls Hearken to the wail now Listen to the winds At the end of my path Disbelief and doubt At the end of my trek The beast now awaits Tail at the end of the day She tells of the bygone years Folk of the twilight paths Wolves in human guise She tells of the unrest inside The longing burrowed in the soul The yearning and the flame The love that was not meant to be Hearken to the call now Listen to the howls Hearken to the wail now Listen to the winds At the end of my path The wonder and the fear At the end of my trek The truth is now revealed