Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
They taught you the beast is a sickness to break,
a fever to bleed, a chain you should take.
I wore a man's face for the length of a day,
but I never once prayed for the wolf to go away.
Bring me your collars of silver and prayer —
I'll spit out the metal and leave the throat bare.
[Pre-Chorus]
Count them with me — one wolf, then a second, a third on the ridge,
and the long light is failing, the day's a thinning bridge.
[Chorus]
So howl, and we'll drag the whole moon from the sky,
make the morning a rumor, make the daylight a lie.
This is no curse on me — this is the crown that I keep,
and the night belongs to the ones who don't sleep.
Run if you want to. The woods are awake.
When the moon writes my name, there's no morning to break.
[Verse 2]
There was a white stag she ran down but hadn't the heart to put down,
so my pack tore it open, and I wear its pale pelt as a crown.
That's the kindness of yours that I left in the dirt —
mercy's just weakness that hasn't yet learned how to hurt.
She clings to a hearth and the man she used to be;
I am everything she was afraid to set free.
[Pre-Chorus]
Three on the ridge now, and Thraben's old walls running thin —
let the bell-towers crumble, let the long dark come in.
[Chorus]
So howl, and we'll drag the whole moon from the sky,
make the morning a rumor, make the daylight a lie.
This is no curse on me — this is the crown that I keep,
and the night belongs to the ones who don't sleep.
Run if you want to. The woods are awake.
When the moon writes my name, there's no morning to break.
[Bridge]
Do you smell it on the wind? Fear, and despair —
the oldest two scents, and they're hanging right there.
You built your god, you built your wall,
and the wild was only waiting for the daylight to fall.
No hearth, no leash, no hand on my throat —
just teeth in the dark and a long red coat.
[Bridge build]
Let the slow ones be cured. Let the soft ones be saved.
I am the woods they buried, and I won't stay in the grave.
[Final Chorus]
So howl, and we'll drag the whole moon from the sky,
make the morning a rumor, make the daylight a lie.
This is no curse on me — this is the crown that I keep,
and the night belongs to the ones who don't sleep.
Tear down the dawn, let the hunting moon stay —
when the wolves rule the dark, there's no breaking of day.
Run if you want to. The woods are awake.
When the moon writes my name, there's no morning to break.
[Outro]
Sleep if you can.
We never do.
The night is long —
and the night is true.
