When the Fire is Dead in the Grate - Wolf People

When the fire is dead in the grate

Rake the ashes over

Frozen closed, the black house gate

The rain is coming on

The storm cried hark to the tomb

I was safe inside this room

But when I was asleep: footprints in the ash

One set were cloven hooves, the other set yours

A white charm was bound around my neck

As I stepped out I swear it turned coal black

So I followed those tracks down to the sea

There you lay asleep all covered in reeds

Rise, rise

In the waxing light

You must take my place

Run for home

With your holly stave

Gathering the fallen alder and yew

When the fire…

When the fire is dead in the grate

Rake the ashes over

Frozen closed, the black house gate

The rain is coming on