Sacrament Of Wilderness

Naked in midwinter magic
Lies an angel in the snow
The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves
An encounter, symbolic, yet truthfull
With a hungry choir of wolfs
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 the cave begins

I want to hunt with the tameless world
I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar
we will honor the angel in the snow
We will make the streams for all the 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 world
I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar
I want to hunt with the tameless world
I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar
we will honor the angel in the snow
We will make the streams for all our children flow