Текст песни: Tarot. Crows Fly Black. Howl!.

Pack of wolves behind me. Seasons on my face.
Coming out of nowhere, heading for any place.
Wide awake with nightmares dogging at my shoes.
Walked away with everything. Got nothing left to lose.

Howl! I'm the one.
Howl! Ungrateful son.
Howl! On the run.