Like the flight of a dead bird my life is going out Darkness is my mistress at cold full moon nights Only stars know my paths, I'm a wild wanderer of fields Lonely trips in my realm... Will you share this with me?
As I howl at night, the wind join my song... Helpless crying of the wild Am I soulless, forever gone? After a while I hear a voice from the dark fields of the fall It puts me the same question: Shall I ever see the dawn? The sun of the dawn?
The old symbol of all dread, faithful son of the night Too much bleeding, too much fear But one's death is other's life
