Faster and faster I ran through the darkest of night
I could not see, my eyes were blind
though the moon was shining bright

Surrounded by infinity
Joined by creatures of fear
I gathered with myself and then
I could see them clear

Quicker and quicker the world began to spin
My eyes were shut, my skin still pale
This quest was not to win

Cursed, forgotten and by my own
I tried to get out of this mist
But the angels were many and I was forlorn
I did not longer exist

But I'm still there, in the shape of a wolf, trying to
Fight all this light
If I can win, I do not know, but I'll never give up my rite