The song
of life
and death
Is my religion

The sound
of falling
Snow
on turf

The whisper
of the owl
Who's doomed to ask
the eternal question

The tale
of brother fox
The mourn
of brother wolf

Look now
my son
Into my eyes
I am returning

Far from beyond
the lands of life
Far from
beyond the grave

I am not
dead
Nor am I longer
living

Yet I exist!
And Bound
I am Still
To you

By ancient spells
By oath And love
And blood
To you

The tender
drops of rain
That gently
fall

Upon the crumbling
leaves of grass
And cause
the flower's blossom

The evil sweet
And bitter scent
Of foolish fruits
Of passion and of pride

The snowflakes
That are but
the frozen tears
Of fallen angels

That weep
tonight
For me
And you

The curving paths
You walk
Between the trees
Throughout the forest

Are
just
the lines
of time

Carved fast
across my palms
Set deep
upon my face

Look now
my son
Into my eyes
I am returning

Far from beyond
the lands of life
Far from beyond
the grave

If any other
mortal man
Should try
and listen

He
could
mistake
my song

With
sounds
Of Mother Earth
Or Father Nature

But you
my son
Should know
far better

Your heart
will
know
my song

for what
it
truelly
is

A prayer
to my God
The form
Of my religion

A song
of
life
and death

An old
gray wolf's
winter
requiem