Gypsy Sage - Moon of the Wolf

(Verse 1) A silver coin hangs high above the pines Illuminating frozen paths and winter lines The hunter steps through heavy, drifted white Guided by a pale, unblinking light No hours can measure how the seasons lean When teeth are sharp and undergrowth is green The pack is moving, silent as a thought To claim the wildness that cannot be bought (Chorus) Oh, Moon of the Wolf, the golden eye Watching from the vault where eagles fly A quiet promise in the biting frost A map for everything the woods have lost (Verse 2) The breath is mist, a ribbon in the chill A sudden motion on a distant hill The pack is bound by law of claw and chase Pursuing shapes across the open space A coat of gray, a solitary stride With nowhere left for lesser beasts to hide The forest listens to the rising song Of where the wild predators belong (Chorus) Oh, Moon of the Wolf, the golden eye Watching from the vault where eagles fly A quiet promise in the biting frost A map for everything the woods have lost (Bridge) The world is sleeping under heavy wool While every river feels the tidal pull A silver circle steering from afar More certain than a solitary star It is a torch of frost upon the hill Where every heartbeat learns to settle still (Outro) So run the ridge until the dawn arrives And feel the current of a thousand lives The silver coin begins to slip away But in the trees, the wild spirits stay Moon of the Wolf, fade into the dawn Until the winter wool is finally drawn