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Pain is wasting my thoughts

I hope for the new day

Nostalgia of my spirit

And deep buried scorn

Ensnare understanding

Wolves anger is alive

Wolfhour - wind sweeps through the trees

Wolfhour - day sinks in nothing

Wolfhour - wind sweeps through the trees

Wolfhour - night has no face

Wolfhour don't dazzle

I hear lonely plead

I must also go wary and alone

Through these dark hours

No fullmoon can solace me

So round at the horizon

Only nightly covet

Brings me back to the morning

Life makes me tired

I only want to sleep

I'm captured in tides

In never ending dark light

Live to live

That's not enough

Wolfhour is never wasted

I see the true life