Текст песни Claire Cronin - Wolfman

I was in the black woods, not the bitter land
with my gut-string murmur and my oil lamp
He appeared— come shining—

like a blue shock of rain
and the Wolfman blinded me from pain
I was sharp— an arrow— but not accurate
with my ancient necklace and my sacraments
A wolf to knight me with a true set of fangs

I left all my trouble in this way
Let it fall— fallow fold
Lay these fevers into rows
I was bored with silence and emergency

and the wolf was reckless and he followed me
to appear in a nightgown like a doll at my side
and the Wolfman wounded me from sight