White Wolf (Written by Johannes Schneeberg / J. S. Frankenstein) [Verse 1] I pace the edge of the frozen sea Ribs tucked in, nose down, nobody near Ears up for the smallest break in sound Just the seals Just the surface Just the darkness underground Salt in my whiskers Ice underfoot Wind off the water Moon on the floe Far behind me the Snow Mountain glows And somewhere beyond the horizon the Red Ship moves slow [Verse 2] I lie low at the crack where the dark opens wide Hold my breath let the black water slide A head appears then slips away I stay still in the blue-grey day One paw then the other careful now The ice shifts underneath me with a deep forgotten sound When it comes up again I’m still there Alone [Psychedelic guitar solo] [Bridge] Then the floe shifts under my chest A split opens fast The whole white world breaks for a second So I flatten out claws in Wait Listen Breathe The ancient ice remembers what the living forget Then I move before it moves again [Chorus] I take it at the edge of the break No rush no sound just the strike Blood on the ice thin and warm under the pale moonlight I’ve been here through the freeze Through the hunger through the night Now the sea sits empty under me and the stars burn white Head up jaw full wind at my face I came for the crack and I came out fed I came for the crack and I came out fed [Psychedelic guitar solo] [Verse 3] Above the mountain a six-pointed star Below the mountain the sleeping world Beyond the ice the Red Ship waits No harbour No captain No flag Only time Only distance Only the silent line between the living and the dead I know that line I walk it every night [Spoken Word] They call me White Wolf. But white is only what you see. Under the fur there is hunger. Under the hunger there is memory. Under the memory there is something older than the mountain. Older than the ship. Older than your name. Future was never this ancient. [Psychedelic guitar solo] [Final Chorus] I take it at the edge of the break No rush no sound just the strike Blood on the ice thin and warm under the frozen light I’ve been here through the centuries though nobody knows my name Snow Mountain behind me Red Ship in the flame Head up jaw full wind at my face I came for the crack and I came out fed I came for the darkness and came back red I came for the crack and I came out fed White Wolf White Wolf White Wolf [Long psychedelic guitar solo — cold wind, distant ship horn, cracking ice] ⚜️⚜️⚜️ © 2026 Johannes Schneeberg
