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 knee-deep snow
Dim are the stars above

Hearken to the call now
Listen to the howls
Hearken to the wail now
Listen to the winds

Following the wolf's 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 at 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

There at the end of the trail
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