I can see the future
just look into the lake
I see the sun rising
with a wolf upon it's nape
we follow a path that we
can only choose
though fate may have a hand
in which road is whose
I see us following the path
to the dawn
right into the nape of the
naked sun
Where the wolf hides its hungry head
behind the tree of the dead
We can change our path that
fate tries to decide
All we have to do is
make up our minds
If we don't change we will
suffer the wrath
of the wolf in the nape of the sun
at the end of our path