The wolf cometh
He comes for you
I will pet his fur and I'll ride his back
And I'll hold on tight into the night

It's calling
And I won't fight
Snow kissed dreams above, tongue is icy cold
As I raise my voice to pine and rock

Howl with me

As the moon lays to rest
And the morning drums its chest
Will you howl with me
As the night comes to halt
And the iron and the salt
Hymns they call me from afar
In my hand
In my heart

I howl

The wolf cometh
He comes for you
I will pet his fur and I'll ride his back
And I'll hold on tight into the night

Low voices
Soothing rhythm
Open hands that close
Loving arms that lock
Simple things like the northern lights
Come for me
Come for me

As the moon lays to rest
And the morning drums its chest
Will you howl with me
As the night comes to halt
And the iron and the salt
Hymns they call me from afar

Oh she has all of them
She has all of them
Now
She calls all of them
Falls on them
Now

As the moon lays to rest
And the morning drums its chest
Will you howl with me
As the night comes to halt
And the iron and the salt
Hymns they call me from afar
In my hands
In my heart
The lakes that sing
On clear cold nights
I howl