The Last Wolf - Darkwood

When I was a child with hair so bright

I heard of a story of wolves

In the Prussian woods

The last wolf was shot

At least this is what I’ve been told

At the end of the village

There was a house so weak

With a wooden door painted black

A man lived there with grayish hair

A fool, they said, be aware

A man lived there with grayish hair

A fool, they said, be aware

In the daytime he never ever spoke a word

In the common places never be seen

But at night, whn passing his house secretly

You can har him talking unreal

One night I dreamt a wolf would cross his garden

And suddenly jump over the fence

With he was looking towards me

In a second he will flee

With he was looking towards me

In a second he will flee

I ask my neighbor about the grayish man

But he just refused to tell

This man is so weird

He will never drink or share in the habits of all

Except the people who would buy his carvings

His figures, they seemed so real

The dice, as if they were piercing right through you

Through your heart and your soul

The dice, as if they were piercing right through you

Through your heart and your soul

I stabbed my name

Talking about his father

Who strangely died years ago

He died in his sleep

But crying out loud

I swear it went right through

He was the hunter who shot the last wolf

Falling astray, year after year

He shot down the wolf, with a single bullet

He said it went right through

He shot down the wolf, with a single bullet

He said it went right through

Strangely, he couldn’t find his corpse

Just a carving on the ground

And I wonder

Oh I wonder why

His body was never found

They call him a liar

Though the wolf was gone

And nobody had to fear

But I wonder

Oh I wonder why

His body was never found

And I wonder

Oh I wonder why

His body was never found

When I was child with hair so bright

I heard of a story of old

In the Prussian woods

The wolf was shot

At least this is what I’ve been told