A lonesome wolf cries,
for his ancient love,
now lost in the star,
of the heavens above.
...
Born into a life,
sent to pay another's sin.
Rewarded by our kindness,
with sorrow and dismay.
...
You hang me on the wall,
And use me to see,
What you truly look like,
Never what you want to be.
...
Riddles of Fate ride above,
on broken wings of sparrow and dove.
They sing of sorrow.
They sing of love.
...
The Wolf's Sorrow
A lonesome wolf cries,
for his ancient love,
now lost in the star,
of the heavens above.
Each night he sings,
to his mistress so dear.
Yet it kills his soul,
that all but her hear.
He misses her so much,
and it kills him to know.
That he must pay for his sings,
and that you reap what you sow.
So each night he crys,
to the one that he loves.
And his soul will fly,
on wings of dove.