///*****/// [Intro] The wind comes armed across a black ocean beneath green lightning and torn sails, It bears the dust of kingdoms in its mouth. I bind my fear with wire around my heart, And face the road no coward travels south. [Verse 1] The oldest map was drawn by frightened rulers, Its border crossed the valley like a scar. We burned no homes; we only burned the legend That some are born beneath a lesser star. The road ahead is hungry, cold and trackless, But every mile restores a stolen breath. We choose the honest danger of becoming Above the padded certainty of death. [Pre-Chorus] Let the warning drums awaken, Let the hidden doors unseal. What was whispered now is spoken, What was wounded now is steel. [Chorus] The wolves of Saint Elmo run! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. The wolves of Saint Elmo run! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the night that calls us liars, We will carry living iron, we will carry living fires. The wolves of Saint Elmo run! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us spectral wolves running across the waves toward the ship. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, I watched the proud salute the thing they saw. Then in the ruin I uncovered Saint Elmo’s fire burning on a broken mast; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] The wolves of Saint Elmo run! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. The wolves of Saint Elmo run! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: we will follow the strange flame rather than kneel to fear. No monument can breathe for those it buries, No sacred word can make a falsehood clean. The future is not granted by the mighty; It starts wherever ordinary hearts convene. [Guitar Solo - a sinister lead using diminished arpeggios, rapid tremolo lines and harmonized bends that mimic circling wolves] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of sailors following ghostly fire through a supernatural storm. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, It bites the hand that feeds the world despair. It lifts the fallen standard from the gutter, And makes a kingdom out of those who care. [Final Chorus] The wolves of Saint Elmo run! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. The wolves of Saint Elmo run! We have learned the dark can bleed and empires die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the years that tried to break us, We are neither owned nor ended; every scar will remake us. The wolves of Saint Elmo run! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
