The Wolf At Worlds End

(instrumental) At the world’s last stone where cold stars lie, Where dark seas echo neath the starry sky, The Wolf lies bound in ageless sleep, Unstirred by vow, by crown, by keep. He does not hear the gods contend, Nor mark the years that break and bend; The heavens turn, the ages flee, Yet still he waits where ends the sea. (Instrumental) (Crowd Chorus) At the world’s last stone where stars lie deep, The Great Wolf endures in quiet sleep. A young sun rose in burning pride, And laid his hand on the Wolf’s dark side; For six long days the daylight failed, For six black nights the heavens paled. No seventh dawn was born in flame, No horn was blown, no god took name; The Wolf rose once, in hunger drawn, It swallowed fire and devoured dawn. (Instrumental) (Crowd Chorus) At the world’s last stone where stars lie deep, The Great Wolf endures in quiet sleep. The world went still. The people cried, Their prayers like ash upon the broken tide; They begged the gods, but none replied, Their temples bare, their altars wide. They begged the Wolf with blood and breath, But sleep is older far than death; One woman stood in ash and rain, And spoke of law and measured pain. (Instrumental) (Crowd Chorus) At the world’s last stone where stars lie deep, The Great Wolf endures in quiet sleep. She fed the hearth, she held the flame, Gave each their due... no more, no same; “When harm is wrought,” she calmly said, “Wrath follows true. Let none be misled.” A traveler came with dust-worn feet, And shared her bread, her quiet heat; At dawn he left, the sky made whole, The sun returned to its wounded role. (Instrumental) (Crowd Chorus) At the world’s last stone where stars lie deep, The Great Wolf endures in quiet sleep. When fire climbs too high to stand, When crowns forget the weight of hand, Then wakes the Wolf from world’s far bend, Not to save... but to devour the end.