Burn brighter than the sun Through you the day is won From wood to the stream From shore to the mount A snarling pack at my heels Hounded I have become By the gnashing, thrashing Wolves of victory herself My thunder is their quest But it is mine! In my chest It is mine to behold And it is mine to hurl Into the great depths of the unknown Into the hands that heave this stone It is mine, and I shall release it In my own time Through the dawn, blasting on Even the winds cannot best you Shale weight, heavy gait Heave it across the water Burn brighter than the sun Through you the day is won As we leave behind must and mould So too are forgotten flesh and bone The lightning we so dearly hold Is but fodder when in the clutches of wolves What is lost still sits and sits deep Where lay our midwinter dreams Where lay our warm April rains There you will find what's forgotten When pulse recovers I breathe deep in weathered wood I stand and brace in flowing winter falls And the weather systems build again For tomorrow's thundering