The wolves carries my name In their midnight speeches And that quiet subtle voice Is summoning me ...from afar... And a voice much closer Screams to me with unholy impatience And the weight of your soul will decide its final resting place As light is our darkness we seek the day But when the shade of the night comes It chases my strength away I’ve seen unknown lands No map has ever charted And I lived in the deserts and the wastelands And I have spoken with the demons And the souls of the slaughtered And the weight of your soul will decide its final resting place As light is our darkness we seek the day But when the shade of the night comes It chases my strength away