Amarok (Until the sunrise)

When the night seems to be too dark...
wait until the sunrise, It will always come.
When the moon is lost and there are no stars...
wait until the dawn, and, from ashes, reborn.

Under the sign of the weeping moon
darkness rises, fate seems black,
shadow grows and the mental doom.
Under the sign of the howling wolf.

Amarok, oh, Amarok.
Send me your ghost.
Amarok.
Your spirit's so strong.​

 

Hope among the ashes is a nice way to look at a dim situation.

From Dallas Texas hugs and kisses.

 

Thanks for your words, greetings mate.