For a long time you wandered alone
Strayed from your pack, stayed unknown.
Our hearts beat and burn
As we wait for your return.
Running alone can be a mistake
But not for a spirit to wild to break.
He runs alone in the mist of the night
A lone wolf, lost in a fight.
Your tears fall, hitting the ground
The moon whacthes over you when no one is around.
But I'm whacthing you, from a hill so high
Whacthing the lone wolf wither and die.
Running alone can be a mistake
But not for a spirit to wild to break.
He runs alone in the mist of the night
A lone wolf, lost in a fight.
The moon is shinning in your eyes
It burns so strong that it cannot die.
Bristle your fur and pad the ground
Make no silent howl, make it loud.
A pup who was born to lead
Must rise from the night, and take his feed.
No more running, it's time to take a stand
Whacth over his pack, whacth over his land.
The moon is whacthing while you return
The pride it shows, sorrows no longer burn.
Our pack is once again whole
The lone wolf has taken his role.
Running alone was his mistake
But he is a spirit to wild to break.
Now he runs with a pack in the night
Our lone wolf has won the fight.