A dark wind blows a chill in his bones   As the last wolf turns from the shore and goes   Away back home to his pack and he smiles his teeth   Blank, sharp white fangs with a drop of blood      My neck turns blue by the hands that you   Put around me while tightening the grip   The blue moonshine on these wounds of mine      I bed - and I'm sinking deeper into   I crave - the embrace of the lake to take me to you   I pray - the Gods to help me this one day   I know - forgiveness is not your way      The clouds grow thick as the mud   Below his feet that walked countless miles   The be home with child and wife and only find   Black stained walls with all love gone      My hands reach out to the love I see   Only to be denied of complete devotion   Blue moonshine on these wounds of time      The battle cries inside his head fade away   I sink deeper - return home to me   I grow weaker - You are mine   I gave you blood - and you made it die