Sacrament of Wilderness

Naked in midwinter magic

Lies an angel in the snow

The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves

An encounter, symbolic yet truthful

With a hungry choir of wolves

An agreement immemorial to be born

Dulcet eleven harps from a dryad forest

Accompany all charming tunes

Of a sacrament by a campfire

Promise between the tameless

And the one with a tool

Tonight the journey from the cave begins

I want to hunt with the tameless world

I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar

We will honor the angel in the snow

We will make the streams for all the children flow

Wrapped in furs beneath the Northern Lights

From my cave I watch the land untamed

And wonder if some becoming season

Will make the angel melt in shame

I want to hunt with the tameless world

I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar

I want to hunt with the tameless world

I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar

We will honor the angel in the snow

We will make the streams for all the children flow