Wolves Songtext

von Westwerk

All alone in the mystical forest,
Forgotten from life itself.
Only the feeling of cold, icy snow
Burning deep in the skin.
No hope left, just the longing for an end,
A gentle, smooth and warming ending,
An escape from all this suffering.

The white wolves will tear up your chest,
Will lick the red liqueur of life and you'll rest in silence.

Step by step forward beyond
The border of civilisation,
Beyond the supposed security
Of mankind and society.
Step by step forward, deeper and deeper
In the secure darkness
With it's brightening pale moonlight.
No fear left, just the essential feeling of being.

The white wolves will tear up your chest,
Will lick the red liqueur of life and you'll rest in silence.

No look back.
No improtance of things laying behind.
Just the expectation of the new, unseen
And unexperienced worlds and dreams.
No fear of the sounds in my back.
The howling and bareing and hunting and snearling
In my back comeing nearer and nearer ...

The white wolves tear up my chest,
Will lick the red liqueur of life and I rest in silence.

I just wanted silence ...