He sits on his own Past the warmth of the fire
A fatherless boy Burning with anger
Yearning to join Not knowing how
Scorning our circle Holding on to the edge
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Drawn to the wolves To their golden eye-light
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Drawn to the wolves To their golden eye-light
As he grows in strength Others gather around him
The bitter, the broken the outcast, the maimed
They form their own circle Spurning our elders
Drifting away from us Something has changed
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Drawn to the wolves To their golden eye-light
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Drawn to the wolves To their golden eye-light
The day they went wandering A tribe of tigers
Sensing our weakness As twilight drew near
Crept up to attack Then from the hilltop
A hard rain of stones And our heroes returned
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Dreams of ruling No matter the right
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Drawn to the wolves To their golden eye-light
Emboldened, supported He divided the circle
Those near the center Those on the fringe
Fighters from healers Women from Men
And we lost ourselves Following him
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Drawn to the wolves To their golden eye-light
His dreams are dark He howls to the night
Drawn to the wolves To their golden eye-light
Learning to rule Through force and through fright
No matter the cost In blood sacrifice