Follow the Wolf

The morning slowly came, my life about to end
Then the wind would change, all but one had left
The angelic wolf had stayed, without a word she said
Follow me, follow the wolf
And so I followed the wolf, up the wooded mountain side
Close to the top… she suddenly stopped
Sun to the east, man and beast
Just two silhouettes… in a landscape never to forget
Like dark decaying teeth, I saw the village beneath
A few and distant roads all leading away from here
Nobody in the streets… decay
I must follow the wolf again, I must follow her till the end
The end
The wolf had turned around, facing higher ground
And there it was… the house of god
In awe I looked as time had stopped
Follow me
I had never seen a church like this before
«this place is terrible» inscribed above the door
Like dark decaying teeth, I saw the church within
A few distant thoughts, inviting me in to sin
Nobody in the church… decay
Shrouded in a gloomy light, as if my final night
I wonder if God was ever here
Or did he turn away in fear, did he turn away in fear?