Keep it there flawless Keep it in hourglass Hours are passing Irreparably Can I suppress the old remorse Can one illume a leaden sky Wounded as a dying man, bereaved This broken warrior who despairs, bereaved Taken to the ground, bereaved To have a cross above his grave You are the one whom the wolves cry Bereaved, wounded as a dying man Bereaved, this broken warrior who despairs Bereaved, taken to the ground Bereaved, to have a cross above his grave You are the one to whom the wolves cry.