The Wolf Is Loose

The hero of the Gods, the crossing of the threshold. The belly of the whale, refusal of return. Hollow eyes, dry pale legs. Howling on through fields and graves. Language of the signs, symbols to our sight. Guardian to thy throne, take on form. Daylight, hide the skin. Cut it off, scatter ash in the wind. Shapeshifter rolling on winds of tyrants make. Fierce lore of fanged horn, danger all the way. Night's sea reflection, the faces of bodies slain. Returning to the form of natural human's fate. Grown from the cold, spirits unclean. Dealer of the days, the ice will thaw. As the soldier walks through the crimson side, researchers of aftermath, dispelling disarming man. One-toed horses subject of Genesis and the immigrants. Fundamental side of a human mind, hulder folk and fairies. So believe! The hero of the Gods, the crossing of the threshold. The belly of the whale, refusal of return.