Elison Jackson - Hour of the Wolf Lyrics

At the hour of my death
There is nothing left
Than the rest assured rest that I'll know
When the chilly winds blow
With the heaviest snows
I'll drift and then I'll go

At the hour of the wolf
When the moon is all full
And my dreams me down through the floor
And the Devil will show what's in store
To the rich folks and surely the poor

At the time of the pain
The darkest names
Chain me to knaves at the gate
My eyelids they inflate
My fear is on a plate
The resurrection's starting to look great

Lay low, steady savior
Lay in the reeds
The rocks and sand will be gone
Put down the heavy labor
Lay next to me
I need you like the seasons need the sun