Faster and faster I ran through the darkest of night
I could not see, my eyes were blind
though the moon was shining bright
Surrounded by infinity
Joined by creatures of fear
I gathered with myself and then
I could see them clear
Quicker and quicker the world began to spin
My eyes were shut, my skin still pale
This quest was not to win
Cursed, forgotten and by my own
I tried to get out of this myst
But the angels were many and I was forlorn
I did not longer exist
But I'm still there, in the shape of a wolf, trying to
Fight all this light
If I can win, I do not know, but I'll never give up my rite
