Don't carry my name,
There is rust in your blood.

Eternal return, to skin,
The scent's in the air again.

The rhythm of game is gone,
Measures strength of it's own.

Follow the trail, away,
Tracks in the snow lead you home.

Eternal return, to skin,
Circle the whale and save.

Joy in old age falls away,
The rhythm of game.

Wolf and Whale.