The Sacrament

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

I want to hunt with the tameless heart

I want to lea