Wolves’ Heartpath

Through the silent biting cold

Two shadows on the ancient snow

They seek the heat of missing hearts

Before the endless winter starts

Run wild beneath the northern sky

Sing to the moon,

our lonely cry

Two paths that wander in the dark

To find the flame,

to find the spark (ooh-aaah)

One runs where frozen rivers flow

One treads where bitter glaciers grow

Yet in the wind they hear the call

Across the grey and ancient wall

Run wild beneath the northern sky

Sing to the moon,

our lonely cry

Two paths that wander in the dark

To find the flame,

to find the spark (ooh-aaah)

(howling...) Where the snow meets the sky

We will find