Beyond the taiga in frozen hemlock groves
By lakeside fires, red halos in the snow
The ancient ones dance
The creatures of the night replied in kind
Their howls rising up through canyons
And into the night
In throes and wails they cast their plight
Summoning the one whose heart is ice
Who ever starves but never dies
The creatures of the night replied in kind
Their howls rising up through canyons
And into the night
At last a great shadow rose up from the flame
And turned its fiery gaze upon me
A great pall fell across the land
And I remembered their cry
The cry of the wolves
Their cry