Wolf Wind - Death In June

Wayward we know the wanderer’s journey

The single willed life earns its own exile

When gladness has gone

Gathering sorrow

When sadness has gone

Gathering strength

We bind the dark mood fast in our vigil state

No earthly glory but a cold heart’s hermit cave

No wisdom without our cruel share of winters

No victory without our blood sea of rage

Like scavengers we feast

Where wolf wind hangman swings

Into reeling life we forge

Into holiness we burn

Casting astray immemorial silence

The wavering will chases blood-given gain

We found our fate in embers of vision

We find our faith in ashes of truth