☆ sacramentofwilderness

Naked in midwinter magic
Lies an angel in the snow
The frozen figure
Crossed by tracks of wolves
An encounter
symbolic yet truthful
With a hungry choir of wolves
An agreement imemorial to be born

Dulcet elvenharps
from a dryad forest
Accompany all charming tunes
Of a sacrament by a campfire
promise between the tameless
And the one with a tool
Tonight the journey
From a cave begins
I want to hunt
With the tameless heart
I want to lear
The wisdom of mountains afar
We will honor
the angel in the snow
We will make the streams
For our children flow

Wrapped in
Beneath the northern lights
From my cave
I watch the land untamed
And wonder
if some becoming season
Will make
the angel melt in shame

I want to hunt
With the tameless heart
I want to lear
The wisdom of mountains afar
I want to hunt
With the tameless heart
I want to lear
The wisdom of mountains afar
We will honor
the angel in the snow
We will make the streams
For our children flow