In The Year Of The Wolf
All the world smelled good
In the snow and the ice
All the rest was blood
In the time of the tribe
We took a thousand lives
When I ran with the wolves
The hunting was good
See me now, I am another
When wolves were brothers
How could you know
There in the forest
Teeth to show
In a different time
when the world was mine
And the sun burned low
Mean and vicious
Fast and clever
My soul was fire
By the cold white moon
Blood red desireAll the tribe ran mad
On frozen lake
With tooth and claw
It was the wolf
When the world was cold
In the darkness below
In the Year of the Wolf
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