A dark wind blows a chill in his bones

As the last wolf turns from the shore and goes

Away back home to his pack and he smiles his teeth

Blank, sharp white fangs with a drop of blood



My neck turns blue by the hands that you

Put around me while tightening the grip

The blue moonshine on these wounds of mine



I bed - and I'm sinking deeper into

I crave - the embrace of the lake to take me to you

I pray - the Gods to help me this one day

I know - forgiveness is not your way



The clouds grow thick as the mud

Below his feet that walked countless miles

The be home with child and wife and only find

Black stained walls with all love gone



My hands reach out to the love I see

Only to be denied of complete devotion

Blue moonshine on these wounds of time



The battle cries inside his head fade away

I sink deeper - return home to me

I grow weaker - You are mine

I gave you blood - and you made it die