Don’t stray from the path The good people say Well, she never did But in a dark grove she lay
The snow, it was falling As a stranger passed by And gazed right into Her lifeless, little eyes
There was something about her The good people say Rumours start spreading Once started, they’ll stay
She went with the wolves A whisper goes round That her pale skin was ripped and torn The night she was found
And on her bare breast A frozen flower lay It was a violet That’s what people say
Violets were your favourite flowers You always smiled when I Gave them to you Now I stand at your grave Trembling for hours My numb hands clutch At frozen flowers But flowers won’t do No more smile comes from you...
She was that kind of woman Man loves to adore But her tender kisses Left me longing for more
I try to be humble The best that I can But there is a wolf Hiding in every man.
It lies there waiting And when time is right Love turns to hunger In a dark grove at night.
What difference does it make If you run, scream or cry? When a wolf has scented blood All that’s left is to die...
Even if I placed a violet Into a cold hand Some things had to happen There’s no way to pretend
Violets were your favourite flowers You always smiled when I Gave them to you Now I stand at your grave Shaking for hours My numb hands clutch At frozen flowers Violets, your favourite flowers You always smiled when I Gave them to you Now I stand at your grave And grief devours What’s left of my soul And the frozen flowers Those flowers won’t do No more smile comes from you...