Let us go for a ride, down the lonely mountainside
Where the air is thin to the lush, green valley below
Our withered mule, laden with what is left
Weary, underfed and plodding through heavy snow
After a month long journey through darkest of night
A chill passed through our bones, so brittle and cold
By autumn we reached those hallowed hills
This promised land was all that was foretold
A suspended dream that never came to pass
Seclusion, not even the sound of a bird
The silence became a deafening, fearsome howl
We left our promised land without a word
The winter showed so little mercy
Its icy teeth dripped with a malice never seen
Our little house encircled by wolves
Their bloodthirsty howling so dreadful and obscene
Now we are weary right down to our bones
An insatiable hunger that stabs us through like knives
The howling sounds closer as the wolves close in
While we stumble in fear for our very lives
A suspended dream that never came to pass
Seclusion, not even the sound of a bird
The silence became a deafening, fearsome howl
We left our promised land without a word

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