Wolf mother, where you been.
You look so worn, so thin. Your a taker, Devils maker, let me hear you sing, Hey Hey.
Wolf father at the door you don't smile anymore. Your a drifter, shapeshifter, let me see you run, Hey Hey.
Holy light, guard the night, keep the spirits strong. Watch you grow through the jail, keep holding on.
When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun. Where the sun would set, the trees were dead, and the rivers were none. I hope for a trace to lead me back to this famous place, but there was no sound, it's only me, and my disgrace.
Hey Hey.
Life is done, the man with the gun is after us.
Wolf sister, how's it today. Your a nice, thoughtful friend. I'm just happy that there's no sound, only me and my disgrace.
