The Wolf That Guides the Hunters Hand

Born on the breath of winters cold wind A feral beast with eyes like the sky Sent by the spirits to guide and protect The ultimate honor to die by his side The sweetest memory is the time taken To sow the seeds of love in times of death Forged in the frost covered heart of the mountain A sacred bind amongst wolf and his man To honor and carry the hearts of each other As long as I live I'd give my life for his Time marches on Like rolling thunder on the edge of the rising dawn We move in silence through the Grove The scent of blood on the autumn wind I close my eyes and Lend my destiny To the wolf that guides the hunters hand Bathed in the light of a dew kissed dawn The wolf nods his head toward the rising sun His hot breath smoking like spirits in the wind And I know in my heart that mine makes its home within his Bathed in the light of a dew kissed dawn The wolf nods his head toward the rising sun His hot breath smoking like spirits in the wind And I know in my heart that mine makes its home within his