I'm destined to walk through that path in the woods,
Feeling the wolf's eyes staring at me.
I'm destined to bruise my feet with the thorns,
Of those roses whose petals have been kissing my lips.

The moon is so bright, yet I'm feeling a chill,
Knowing the wolf's eyes staring at me.
I wonder how painful it is,
Have your pride pushed down to its knees.

I see through the shadows the castle of doom,
That fortress, that bastion, that keep...
Up in the clouds, there's a sparkle for me,
From a candle in its tall candlestick.  

The ground I'm walking on, is screaming with pain
Of those who have died on this land.
Of those who had given their blood and their flesh,
To protect the wolf's precious eyes.

And so, like a princess locked up in a tower,
I shall watch the centuries of men flow by,
And in my mind, I will haunt those dark eyes,
As the wolf, my guard, passes by.