The Wolves Snow Path

Deep are the drifts from the mountains and hills they lay covering

The native lands of our ancestors, our paths the great hunter of purity

The wolves with their heavy coats find and hunt, live, within the forests

And hilltops of our wilderness, they like the native man driven to survive

In the deep snow the paw prints so deep, their eyes so keen they see the rabbit

Path with the markings under the evergreens it be, slowly prowling they approach

Only to invade and feast on the meat for the strength they gain for the journey

Of the wolf not be free, just like the red man and his land it still not his own

A path of survival as the breath of the howl and the head of the dog sing out

To the woodlands and snow topped mountains in the darkest of the moonlight

Let the winter keep you warm, with your family and your pack, teach your young

How to be free with the winds and the sounds of the nights hauntings they still play

With the mighty paw and the tongue of the hunger let it spread and grow for it belongs

In the winter of the bright white peaks and the valleys they breed and begin a new path