When the wolf stops howling

Because the moon shines red

And the wind stops blowing

Because the oceans are dead

I will be there to comfort you

Sheltering us from the rest of the world

Until the moon shines white

The cats of the forest will roam about

Taking the place of the wolves

But then we’ll return

Without a doubt

To reign over our rightful home

So when you hear the howling cease

And the darkness of the night turns red

Seek me in my darkened forest home

And we’ll hide under the sheets of our bed

When the winds pick up

And the howling begins

We’ll awaken and rule

Our home once again.