Osian ap Taylor was a son of a merchant man
It was only by that name, he was not that skilled with his calloused hands
But still he'd drape his words like silk, to soothe your peaking angst
And make you feel like you still had your will, when that Black Wolf prowls again
When that Black Wolf is scratching at the corners at night
When he's threatening to pass over that threshold in your mind
When that Black Wolf is howling as that evening starts to chide
Well you call my name and you call so loud that it echoes over time
I will be leaving
I will be leaving
I will be running
I will be running
Osian was tethered to a listless soul on the land
She stood anchored there, heavy on the earth she'd stand
They both as children would run from that Black Dog in those woods
But with their highs and altitudes of love
It's the Black Wolf now that proves
When that Black Wolf is scratching at the corners at night
When he's threatening to pass over that threshold in your mind
When that Black Wolf is howling as that evening starts to chide
Well you call on me and you call so loud that it echoes over time
I will be leaving
I will be leaving
I will be running
I will be running
Step by step
One by one
Thought by thought
Yeah it's worth the cause
Yes I might fall
Yes I might die
Perilous climbing
Yeah it's worth try
Yes I might fall
Yes I might die
I'm gonna loose blood
But it's worth the trial
I will be leaving
I will be leaving
I will be running
I will be running
From the Black Wolf ah oooooo
Black Wolf ah ooooo
Black Wolf