Part 1: Narration
Once an angel who searched for the truth
Tried to look for it riding a wolf
The result of the ride was the angel inside
And the smile on the face of the wolf
Part 2: Midnight Ride
They had ridden through the centuries
Pretty angel and gray wolf
Only dust remains but not the
Angel’s feathers or wolf’s tooth
Howled the wolf for moon in darkness
Sang the angel for daylight
Road had brought them to a battlefield
Who are those brave men to fight?
Wolf: I can’t go farther
Climb up death ladder
Path’ll be another
I can’t go farther
Take a look at the stone
Take a look at that crone
Take a look and be gone
Angel: Die! Die!
Wolf: Hey pretty angel
Here lies wolfsangel
Stop little angel
Death is wolfsangel
Part 3: Songs for the Moon and Songs for the Sun
Men in rags will fight for freedom
Pitchforks dimly shine in dark
Moonlight owners of the kingdom
They will give their lives for luck
Shadows die and bare the mortals
Day will kill as they’re in sight
Night will cover all the slaughtered
Nightbirds’ll peak their lustr’less eyes
Men in steel will fight for nothing
Speckles spatter faces cold
You will never see them running
They will give their lives for gold
On the pitchfork will be stallions
On the pile of blizzards bliss
Fire ‘ll swallow up their bodies
Only bones ‘ll be left for beasts
Wolf: I can’t go farther
Climb up death ladder
Path ‘ll be another
I can’t go farther
Take a look at the rags
Take a look at the flags
Take a look at that slugs
Angel: Die! Die!
Wolf: Hey stupid angel
I’m on wolfsangel
Help little angel
Death is wolfsangel
Part 4: Morrison’s Jug
instrumental
Part 5: The Battle for Nothing
instrumental
Part 6: Cry of Idises
Eiris sâzun idisi sâzun hera duoder
Suma hapt heptidun suma heri lezidun
Suma clûbôdun umbi cuoniouuidi
Insprinc haptbandun inuar uîgandun
Part 7: Mourning After
In the fields the bodies broken
Some are dead as some not yet
Wolf: Angel, we must end their suff’rings
Angel: Yes, my friend, heal all we’ve met
So the wolf gnew through the throats
Only way he’d like to heal
Souls just went to Hel with angel
Angel’s corpse became his meal
Angel: What will be after?
Life was a hard craft
I’m on a blood shaft
What will be after?
Take a look at my hand
Now you see all around
Take a look at that land
Wolf: Die! Die!
Hey pretty angel
Taste the wolfsangel
Smile little angel
Death is wolfsangel
