A lone wolf tired and hungry, he won't let you near.
Watch your step, don't make a sound, heavy breathing will reach his ear.


If he sees you, you should pray he will let you go.
Or that your legs will hold, as you are hunted through the snow.
...

A wolf walks alone, guided by his nose and the moon.
Searching for his release, and hope he finds it soon.


Feared by many, who just can't understand
All he wants is for someone to care, and reach out a gentle hand.


Haunted by a primal desire to kill.
He sheds a tear as he rips your throat, against his own will.


Tormented by solitude and rage he howls.
Scaring every animal in sight, even the mighty owls.


Through dark woods the journey goes on.
Suddenly he stops and feels, that all his pain has gone.


In front of the wolf stood a pretty girl, all dressed in black and red.
The end of the road, he found his release, as he falls down to the ground, dead.


A wolf is stronger than most, in both heart and head.
But he found peace at last, in all those beautiful words she said.


/S