lonewolf cry

Through this winters hell,
The lonewolf strives a long,
Dark and foggy path.
Reaching the end of the road,
It settles down in the snow.
To the blue moon it looks.
To the blue moon it cries.
Cries in despair and in pain.
He is alone, cold and hungry.
He cries for help,
He cries for his pack.
No recall, no answer.
In this winters hell,
The lonewolf who we knew.
Lost his life, in this winters cold.
Hungry and alone.

Still you hear the lonewolf cry.
In the dark, only the strim of light,
From the blue moon you cross.
I am alive, alone and hungry.
I hear the lonewolfs cry of despair.
I can see him sitting by my side.
I am alone no more.
Though I lost my life in this winters hell.