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Naked, in midwinter magic,

lies an angel in the snow.

The frozen figure

crossed by tracks of wolves.

An encounter symbolic, yet truthful,

with a hungry choir of wolves.

An agreement immemorial to be born.

Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest.

Accompany wall the charming tunes

of a sacrament by a campfire.

A promise between the tameless

and the one with a tool.

Tonight the journey

from a cave begins.

I want to hunt

with the tameless heart.

I want to learn

the wisdom of mountains afar.

We will honor

the angel in the snow.

We will make the streams

for our children flow.

Wrapped in furs beneath

the northern lights.

From my cave I watch

the land untamed.

And wonder if some

becoming season

will make the angel

melt in shame.

I want to hunt

with the tameless heart.

I want to learn

the wisdom of mountains afar.

I want to hunt

with the tameless heart.

I want to learn

the wisdom of mountains afar.

We will honor

the angel in the snow.

We will make the streams

for our children flow.