waffle-take-over

like mist she came treading on the rock yellow eyes pierced the night steady as the rock haunting as the grave she is the Wolf. cold wind is blowing ruffling her fur like waves a silent ghost running lit by the moon hunting by cold light she is the Wolf her cry is haunting echoing 'round the trees footpads everywhere deadened by the snow heart pounding like a drum she is the Wolf cannot move cannot breath she is coming after me in the mist with the wind thru the snow ... she is the Wolf.

like mist she came treading on the rock yellow eyes pierced the night steady as the rock haunting as the grave she is the Wolf. cold wind is blowing ruffling her fur like waves a silent ghost running lit by the moon hunting by cold light she is the Wolf her cry is haunting echoing 'round the trees footpads everywhere deadened by the snow heart pounding like a drum she is the Wolf cannot move cannot breath she is coming after me in the mist with the wind thru the snow ... she is the Wolf.