When the Wolves Cry Out

When the wolves cry out

Echoes in the old walls

Distant are the calls

On the winter’s wind

When the wolves cry out

Honour in the black bonds

Held in the beyond

As the lights they dim

Sometimes the last in line

Are the ones who last in time

Blood on the snow

Blood on the ashes

I’m not ashamed of what I am

Make it my own

Make it my castle

I’m not ashamed of what I am

Honor calls

Honor calls

Casting away the final mists of doubt...

When the wolves cry out

The smallest they will grow great

No more shall we wait

To rejoin the pack

They will heed my shout

So much have I lost here

Loves I held so dear

Taken by the black

Sometimes the lost bloodlines

Are the ones who last in time

Blood on the snow

Blood on the ashes

I’m not ashamed of what I am

Make it my own

Make it my castle

I’m not ashamed of what I am

Honour calls

Honour calls

Casting away the final mists of doubt...

When the wolves cry out

Breaking of the cycle

Thrones are ever idle

Winter on the walls

Grudges to be unlearned

Reach out to the unburnt

Flame to cover all

Blood on the snow

Blood on the ashes

I’m not ashamed of what I am

Make it my own

Make it my castle

I’m not ashamed of what I am

Honor calls

Honor calls

Casting away the final mists of doubt...

When the wolves cry out

Cry out

Breaking of the cycle

Thrones are ever idle

Winter on the walls