The Wolf Who Waits (Dark Orchestral Version)

[Verse 1] In the frost-born silence, where the old winds coil, I heard his breath beneath the soil. A shadow moves where the night still bleeds, A hunger born of the ancient creeds. His eyes were embers in the frozen dark, A whispered oath, a buried spark. He knows my name though I never spoke— The wolf who waits beneath the oak. ⸻ [Chorus] Oooooh—he waits in the winter’s hollow, Oooooh—his howl is the fate we follow. The earth will shake when the silence breaks, For doom uncoils with every step he takes. The wolf who waits… the wolf who waits. ⸻ [Verse 2] He circles slow where the world grows thin, Where the runes crack open and the storms begin. The gods don’t speak but the ground still knows— Their echoes thrum where the cold wind blows. My blood remembers what my tongue forgot, The battles lost, the wars we fought. And through it all, on the edge of fate, I feel his breath—he stands and waits. ⸻ [Chorus] Oooooh—he waits in the winter’s hollow, Oooooh—his howl is the fate we follow. The earth will shake when the silence breaks, For doom uncoils with every step he takes. The wolf who waits… the wolf who waits. ⸻ [Bridge – ritual, deep chanting + frame drum] Við eldi — við ísi — við nafnið mitt… Hann vaknar… hann vaknar… Bones to dust and dust to sky, He rises when the brave men die. ⸻ [Final Chorus – bigger, doom guitars + ritual chorus] Oooooh—he waits where the dark dawn shivers, Oooooh—his wrath runs through the rivers. When the world is ash and the iron breaks, He comes for all the paths we take— The wolf who waits… the wolf who waits… (long fading howl + drones + slow toms)