Lyrics: Jesse Terres
Music: Jesse Terres
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The tears of the crying wolf will fill up every creek
Wailing grief falls on deaf ears heard only by the moss and reeds
Every pine needle is a dagger of evergreen dolor
Howled hymns resound through valleys cold echoes of folklore
Why is the moon my master? When will my soul be set free?
Shackled to the forest floor my prison cell of trees
The call of the shrieking wolf impregnates every tree
Every leaf a tale of sorrow where darkness spreads its seed
The moon acts as the midwife, delivers the woe of wolf
Placed in cradles of cold shant feel a mothers warmth
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