Testo The White Tundra

Running out into the snow under a black sky
Leaving tracks to find in the daylight

Rising moon shaking in the stillness
An echo heard in the distance

Wolves of the Mind
Baying at the Door Wolves of the Mind
Sing evermore

Shot rings, trees are shaking in the low sound
Leaves fall, shape shifter in the underground
Fire burns, Life splinters in the embers
Bones quake, souls scrapple in the maylay

Wolves of the Mind
Baying at the Door
Wolves of the Mind
Sing evermore

Will he return, will he be righted
Deformed and forgotten, white noise is frozen Death rattles on your breath
Will it ever end?
Will he ever rest?

Begin again, begin again
Begin again

Wolves of Mind
Baying at the Door
Wolves of the Mind
Sing evermore