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 immemorial to be born
Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest
accompany all charming tunes
of a sacrament by a campfire
a 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 learn the wisdom of mountains afar
we will honor the angel in the snow
we will make the streams for our children flow
Wrapped in furs 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 learn the wisdom of mountains afar
we will honor the angel in the snow
we will make the streams for our children flow