When winter hit with dreary snows I heard the wolves at my door At times their terrific shadows Would crawl and dance over the floor And carve the wounds Of an unspeakable secret! Of what infamous hounds Was I then the target? Trapped inside The Faux pas of god I fell my rebel heart keep step in rhythmic odd When summer's heat began to threat I heard the wolves at my door At times their trimphant silhouette Would crawl and dance over the floor And carve the wounds Of an unspeakable secret! Of what infamous hounds Was I then the target? When, the last ritual said, I went beyond the horizon To forge a truthful blade And pierce through my cosmic prison That starved my soul, a shame, But I've kept the godlike powers Real deep inside my veins, Howling now with restless hunger