I am the wolf without a pack banished so long ago. I have survived on another’s kill, and on my shadow form.
(Chorus) All I have learned is that poison will stain. No one remembers the names of martyrs or kings. No one remembers much of anything. I came this way before.
I am the wolf, combing the beach too hungry to shy away. The carcass of Leviathan sways gently on the waves.
I hope this shelter is enough to keep me warm. Upstairs the heavens giving birth to winter’s storm. I have been dying since the day I was born that much I know is true.
I am the wolf high, wild, and free. The picture on the shelf. I burn this house down to the ashes along too, myself.