The Spirit Wolf he led the way
in all the mist and all the haze
through secret forests lost to man,
the valleys of forgotten days.
Upon the road a bear we met,
an old soul who could not forget,
salmon sweet and rivers clean,
he wondered was it just a dream.
His noble eyes, they told a tale
of how a greedy race can fail,
a creed that's blind to all they do,
looking for the holy grail.
He showed us a new route to follow,
through the meadows and the hollow,
the void that's there in every soul
always needs to turn to sorrow.

The one thing we don't need to borrow.