Part 1: Narration Once an angel who searched for the truth Tried to look for it riding a wolf The result of the ride was the angel inside And the smile on the face of the wolf Part 2: Midnight Ride They had ridden through the centuries Pretty angel and gray wolf Only dust remains but not the Angel’s feathers or wolf’s tooth Howled the wolf for moon in darkness Sang the angel for daylight Road had brought them to a battlefield Who are those brave men to fight? Wolf: I can’t go farther Climb up death ladder Path’ll be another I can’t go farther Take a look at the stone Take a look at that crone Take a look and be gone Angel: Die! Die! Wolf: Hey pretty angel Here lies wolfsangel Stop little angel Death is wolfsangel Part 3: Songs for the Moon and Songs for the Sun Men in rags will fight for freedom Pitchforks dimly shine in dark Moonlight owners of the kingdom They will give their lives for luck Shadows die and bare the mortals Day will kill as they’re in sight Night will cover all the slaughtered Nightbirds’ll peak their lustr’less eyes Men in steel will fight for nothing Speckles spatter faces cold You will never see them running They will give their lives for gold On the pitchfork will be stallions On the pile of blizzards bliss Fire ‘ll swallow up their bodies Only bones ‘ll be left for beasts Wolf: I can’t go farther Climb up death ladder Path ‘ll be another I can’t go farther Take a look at the rags Take a look at the flags Take a look at that slugs Angel: Die! Die! Wolf: Hey stupid angel I’m on wolfsangel Help little angel Death is wolfsangel Part 4: Morrison’s Jug instrumental Part 5: The Battle for Nothing instrumental Part 6: Cry of Idises Eiris sâzun idisi sâzun hera duoder Suma hapt heptidun suma heri lezidun Suma clûbôdun umbi cuoniouuidi Insprinc haptbandun inuar uîgandun Part 7: Mourning After In the fields the bodies broken Some are dead as some not yet Wolf: Angel, we must end their suff’rings Angel: Yes, my friend, heal all we’ve met So the wolf gnew through the throats Only way he’d like to heal Souls just went to Hel with angel Angel’s corpse became his meal Angel: What will be after? Life was a hard craft I’m on a blood shaft What will be after? Take a look at my hand Now you see all around Take a look at that land Wolf: Die! Die! Hey pretty angel Taste the wolfsangel Smile little angel Death is wolfsangel