[Verse 1] Moss on the roots Moon in the puddles Every twig watching Every leaf troubled
Boots on the path Breath in a silver curl Something old chuckling Around the ferns’ swirl
[Chorus] On this night of the laughing wolves Teeth like torches in the trees I raise my rusted little sword And hope they’re scared of my knees (oh yeah) If the dark wants a funny hero Let the dark take me in On this night of the laughing wolves I grin I grin I grin
[Verse 2] Owls trade gossip High in the tangled crowns Branches lean closer To hear how it all turns out
Armor is borrowed Belt holds a kitchen knife Still My heart drums louder Than anything hunting tonight
[Chorus] On this night of the laughing wolves Teeth like torches in the trees I raise my rusted little sword And hope they’re scared of my knees (come on) If the dark wants a stubborn hero Let the dark take me in On this night of the laughing wolves I grin I grin I grin
[Bridge] [Strings drop to a low tremor Distant choir hums] If I trip on a root They’ll write it down as fate If I stand Just once They’ll call it something great
So here in the hush Where the world forgets my name I bow to the shadows Then bow to the flames (hey)
[Chorus] On this night of the laughing wolves Teeth like torches in the trees I raise my rusted little sword And shake like autumn leaves If the dark wants a brave hero Let the dark look again On this night of the laughing wolves I grin I grin I win
Estilo de música
Dark heroic fantasy score with male vocals; low strings and distant choirs build a shadowy forest mood, then horns and heavy drums slam in for the epic chorus. Subtle woodwind flutters add sly humor under the menace, brass stabs and choir hits punch the hook, and the bridge thins to eerie drones and soft choral hum before a final, triumphant swell., dramatic, orchestral, low, deep