The Last Howl

Old and crooked bones creek against his weary feet
Now he’s grown so old, marked by the lines in his face
Stubborn old man refusing to change
Son of the vicious wolves, he’ll be the remainder of his days
Oh, woah, mmm
And if you listen to the wind
You can hear the howl of the man who was raised by wolves
Though his body disappear
You still know that his soul lingers on