歌词
(Verse 1)
In the wilderness of the great forest, where ancient trees whisper secrets, A lone wolf stands tall, its fur kissed by moonlight’s gentle caress. Under the shadows of the moon, it sings a haunting melody, A ballad of solitude, strength, and wildness, echoing through the night.
(Chorus)
Oh, lone wolf, your howl pierces the silence, A symphony of longing, defiance, and primal grace. Your eyes, like silver pools, reflect the star-studded canvas above, As you dance with shadows, weaving tales of forgotten lands.
(Verse 2)
The wind carries your song across moss-covered stones, And the leaves rustle in reverence, their veins touched by magic. You’re a guardian of secrets, keeper of ancient rites, A sentinel of the moon’s mysteries, bound to the night.
(Chorus)
Oh, lone wolf, your howl pierces the silence, A symphony of longing, defiance, and primal grace. Your eyes, like silver pools, reflect the star-studded canvas above, As you dance with shadows, weaving tales of forgotten lands.
(Bridge)
Moonbeams weave through your fur, illuminating scars, Each one a testament to battles fought, losses endured. Yet you stand unyielding, fierce against the tides of time, A sentinel of the wild, a guardian of the sublime.
(Chorus)
Oh, lone wolf, your howl pierces the silence, A symphony of longing, defiance, and primal grace. Your eyes, like silver pools, reflect the star-studded canvas above, As you dance with shadows, weaving tales of forgotten lands.
(Outro)
And when morning light creeps over the horizon, You’ll retreat into the depths of the forest, fading like a dream. But your song will linger, etched into the ancient bark, A reminder that even in solitude, there’s beauty to be found.
