[Verse 1] Stone on my shoulders Ash in my beard Counting the cracks In a kingdom of fear Empty halls echo Names I can't say Iron grows rusty Where we drank all day
[Chorus] The wolves run and run But they never feed Chasing ghosts in the frost and the fallen leaves Like my tired heart on this cold black peak The wolves run and run But they never eat
[Verse 2] Gold in the caverns Rotting in racks No fire to bless it No hands at the axe I watch the gray hills Bleed into night Hungry for battle Too broken to rise
[Chorus] The wolves run and run But they never feed Chasing ghosts in the frost and the fallen leaves Like my tired heart on this cold black peak The wolves run and run But they never eat
[Bridge] [Guitars drop to a low Droning chord] Old oaths crumble Like dust in my teeth No song for the fallen No rest No release (oh) If hunger is mercy Then let it take me But out in the valley They still run free
[Chorus] The wolves run and run But they never feed Chasing ghosts in the frost and the fallen leaves I am last in the line And it’s killing me The wolves run and run But they never eat
Musikstil
metal, Slow, crushing epic dwarf metal with baritone male vocals; downtuned guitars in half-time stomp, distant choir pads, and tom-heavy drums. Verses sit on sparse, palm-muted riffs and droning bass; chorus swells with layered gang vocals and tremolo-picked guitars. Subtle folk-flute and hammered dulcimer textures in the bridge for dwarven flavor, then a final, cavernous breakdown that lets the vocal brood on top of ringing chords., vocal, slow