Snow falling,
Covering the encrusted pine,
Like icing on a cake,
It fills the picture,
The panting,
The running,
I run with them,
I run with the pack,
I run with the wind,
I run with the spirit of the wolves,
I can feel them beside me,
In the very marrow of my bones,
I will follow the spirit,
Wherever it may take me,
Through the pine trees green,
Or the hunts song,
I will be with them,
The wolf spirit will go on!
Snow falling,
Covering the encrusted pine,
Like icing on a cake,
It fills the picture,
The panting,
The running,
I run with them,
I run with the pack,
I run with the wind,
I run with the spirit of the wolves,
I can feel them beside me,
In the very marrow of my bones,
I will follow the spirit,
Wherever it may take me,
Through the pine trees green,
Or the hunts song,
I will be with them,
The wolf spirit will go on!
Wolf and Raven side by side,
While one highly soars the other glides,
beneath the branches of the pine,
where one watches the dance,
a never ending trance,
as the one brings down the kill,
wolf and raven eat their fill,
then they take off once again,
waiting for the time again when,
the wolf and raven will be back again!