Apple blossoms sway with the wind, swaying over fresh-duggraves.
Graves of those you loved, those you were to late to save.
I know you blame yourself, I know you kill yourself inside.
    Cry, Wolf-king, cry

Don't hold on to your tears, dont even try to hide.
Life is but a fleeting thing, a quickly moving stream.
And yet we wish that none we love would ever leave the dream.
Yet life is only that great dream from which we all must wake,
          Cry, Wolf-king, cry

Don't hurt yourself, don't try, not even for their sake.
The mother now has welcomed them,The earth now holds them tight.
The Creators hand now shelters them against the coming night.
Yet we would have them back again into this world of strife.
          Cry, wolf-king, cry

I know you want them back, to give them back their life.

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