Wolves In The Garden

When a stranger comes to town

The striking vision of myth

The axe is falling on the horizon

Eclipse will change with the whip

Call off the dogs

This isn’t Hollywood

We buried the wolf in the garden

And ate the fruit from it’s severed head

You’ve ate for the last time

The dagger will swing

You’ve ate from my hollowed skull

The dagger will swing

We buried the wolf in the garden

And ate the fruit from it’s severed head

Ascending out past the window pane

I heard a distant call, a lost withered howl