All those whose wills have ever been as prey

To the Aura's warmth and icy beauty

And heard the bereft shrieks of those released

When those precious chains of soul and being

Are broken-

All those who've heard the bloodwolf's nightly howl

Within your self, to unforgiving sky

To run the shores with wolves of other souls

And without hope, lie down once more, yourself


All those who walk the halls of haunted dreams

With shadows of the loved ones that they've lost

That use death's sorrow ever to their gain

Remaining fettered without outward bonds

Have fallen-