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lyrics
I wanted to learn about the sense of life
My teachers couldn't tell
So I left home, so I left town
No longer could I dwell
I asked the Raven in the fields
What is the sense of life?
Just share some bread with me my friend
Remember and Think yourself!
I walked ahead up on a hill
The winds were blowing cold
There lived an Eagle I have been told
And might be nesting still
I asked the Eagle quietly
What is the sense of life?
And with a shrieking cry he said
To Struggle and to Strife!
A mighty Boar that crossed my way
With tusks so sharp and vast
He said "I have been warned of you -
Disturbing is what you ask!"
The sun would set - and shadows cast
A breath it touched my neck
I turned around petrified
In gleaming eyes I stared
You want to know the sense of life
The mighty Wolf did ask
The answer lies in what you did
When leaving home at last
So face your fears and leave the track
And try to learn the Runes
And ever swim against the tide
And sing the strangest tunes!
And ever doubt what they would say
And try to think yourself
And gather a pack of wolves - he said -
And into the truth you delve!
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how do you really explain to somebody else how a particular sound, nuance, perspective, appeals to you?.....that being said, i fucking love this.
dag_nabbhett
supported by 18 fans who also own “The Wolf's Word”
Otherworldly. I can't imagine where this came from because it's unlike anything else I've ever heard. Few artists achieve such a unique sound. millicow
supported by 17 fans who also own “The Wolf's Word”
Music for all boys called Elis.
Elis, when the blackbird calls in the black wood, this is your downfall.
All Hail the ghosts of Monte Verità and the little rascals of Kibbo Kift. Mount Abraxas Press