The White Tundra - Black Prairie

Running out into the snow under a black sky

Leaving tracks to find in the daylight

Rising moon shaking in the stillness

An echo heard in the distance

Wolves of the Mind

Baying at the Door

Wolves of the Mind

Sing evermore

Shot rings, trees are shaking in the low sound

Leaves fall, shape shifter in the underground

Fire burns, Life splinters in the embers

Bones quake, souls scrapple in the maylay

Wolves of the Mind

Baying at the Door

Wolves of the Mind

Sing evermore

Will he return, will he be righted

Deformed and forgotten, white noise is frozen

Death rattles on your breath

Will it ever end?

Will he ever rest?

Begin again, begin again

Begin again

Wolves of Mind

Baying at the Door

Wolves of the Mind

Sing evermore