The Wolves Will Be Howling Your Name - Elvenking

You wake up under pale skies, in a white and dragged dress

Like a princess lost in melancholy in need of a caress

With a bow I pay my reverence and invite you to bestir

So please take my hand, I do demand to be my lady, I’ll be your sir

So here we are, we’ve vanished like two spirits in the fog

The first place we will visit is a foul and crooked bog

I’ll take you away through lands of make believe

Where wildest dreams come true

If your skin will crawl don’t be afraid of what you’ll see

Now close your eyes and count to three — come to me…

Where the trees have a face and they whisper

And the wolves will be howling your name

Where the spiders are not going to blister

And the crows will sing loud this refrain

The second place a meadow of the sweetest darkest taste

Where all things dressed and naked can live without disgrace

Three ugly witches gather with vicious sexual thoughts

While the druids are glowering madly, sighing loud and smoking pots

I’ll take you away through lands of make believe

Where wildest dreams come true

If your skin will crawl don’t be afraid of what you’ll see

Now close your eyes and count to three — come to me…

Where the trees have a face and they whisper

And the wolves will be howling your name

Where the spiders are not going to blister

And the crows will sing loud this refrain

Where the trees have a face and they whisper

And the wolves will be howling your name

Where the spiders are not going to blister

And the crows will sing loud this refrain

«If your skin will crawl don’t be afraid of the things you will see

In this night, the fright will cease — and all uncertainties will fade»

And the crows will sing loud this refrain

«And the wolves will be howling your name»