The Lone Wolf of the West

Deep in the mountains of the West

Deep inside the high hills and wild forests
Lies a creature that runs he hunts but growls not

one abandoned and forgotten by his ferocious pack

One bright night he eyed a divine beauty floating from the sky

and soon this beauty became his greatest hunt

Up into mountains again and again

Each time like the chase has just begun

Some say it was madness

others whisper of love

He’s as fast as lightning

He slows to a calm whenever there’s spring
but every night in winter he sings

And you can hear him through autumn wind

Deep in the mountains of the West

there lies a gentle wolf that’s the most relentless

one who hunts without regret

he’ll be able to kiss his unattainable beauty

in this life or the next