"Thou hath deceived me", saith the fallen wolf-crier
"None did'st believe me, no, but blessed me with fire
Thus spoke I nay more, nor did'st holt thou desire
Ne'er more to watch o'er thou bleating empire"
So remember tomorrow, remember this night
Remember the hiss of the waning firelight
that lost unto darkness in the still evening air
That lost like the widow to her throes of despair
And calling thereafter
- the tears in the laughter
- the song in a new wolven heart
Cry wolf when you see me
and bow down before me
Before a man that I will torn apart
Cry wolf
Don't cry, wolf
Her song lures me to her, the call of the night
to run and hunt with her through desolate moonlight
And that have I longed for, to die by her hand
and creep like her shadow o'er a desolate land
And calling thereafter
- the tears in the laughter
- the song in a new wolven heart
Cry wolf when you see me
and bow down before me
Before a man that I will torn apart
Cry wolf
Don't cry, wolf