I was raised by the howling wolves And a moonlight silence was my lullaby I have met a girl with a vixen' eyes And we couldn't find a place to feed her appetite
And I'm asking you for water in this wasteland And I'm asking you for water in this wasteland
I have met an old man with a heart so cold In a land, where a smile was a price of gold I have seen a beauty of a mountain heights And I've been talking to the fire 'till the morning light
So I'm wanting to feed me with your nightmares So I'm wanting to feed me with your nightmares
I have walked with a Northern wind Through the houses burned and the churches doomed I was trying to count down my days Until Death came in to have a dance