The wolf's head is high in the sky 

Its fur is shinning bright in the moon's gleam

Its ears are laid back on its head and its tail has no wag

The body and the soul inside the wolf is burning light

The flames aren't red they are blue

The blue flames burn low 

The howls that the wolf cries are painful and full of sorrow

It has no life for the fire has burned out

There is no life left 

There is no more moon

There is no red flame

There is no wolf cry

Not anymore