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The wolves inside and the wolves in the mountains

Surrounding me inside and outside

Death seems so eminent in this frozen wasteland

All has been taken, it seems, by the tide

Gone into infinity

Pursued by a memory

Gone into snow

Pursued by a bruised ego

But by the sound of a gunshot

Riders, a familiar lot

Apparitions as if taken from my memory

With fire and brimstone towards me

Gone into infinity

Pursued by a memory

Gone into snow

Pursued by a bruised ego

His loving hand meets her hand but his is soaked in blood

Her eyes turn shadowy from a sense of unworth

From hell he’s crawled through flame and rocks, dirt and mud

Until he’d come back to the surface of the earth

Unspoken words streaming down his face

The memories of this woman that he’d once wed

His eyes meet at last her gloomy gaze

Words that will forever remain unsaid

Bear with him though, for he knows not what he does

His is but a man, and a new one at that

In the end, what will come to him is loss

But from misery will he earn his hat

Gone into infinity

Pursued by a memory

Gone into snow

Pursued by a bruised ego

Gone into infinity

Pursued by a memory

Gone into snow

Pursued by a bruised ego