Song Description
Lyrics about memories of lost love as a metaphor for a creature howling in the woods. Written giving "lost love" a unique creature's name of "Mournewolf".
| Song Length |
2:38 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| |
Lyrics
The Cry of the Mournewolf
© 2024 Michael Hanson Cantwell
Verse 1
It's not a dog, not a cat,
But something darker, lean, and flat.
The Mournewolf prowls the shadowed night,
Its cry cuts deep, a mournful bite.
It stalks the woods, it guards the past,
A creature built of what couldn't last.
Pre-Chorus
Funny how its voice still calls,
A phantom howl through timbered halls.
Born of loss and time's cruel cost,
A beast that grows from what we've lost.
Chorus
The Mournewolf cries where the wild winds moan,
A song of love that's long outgrown.
It prowls my mind, it stalks my dreams,
A spectral beast with silver gleams.
Not a pet to name or claim,
The Mournewolf cries, and I feel the same.
Verse 2
I buried its tracks, but it found the trail,
Its haunting echo in every tale.
Tight-lipped, I keep the secret alive,
But the Mournewolf knows where old loves survive.
It's carved in the bark, it's etched in the stone,
A creature that roams where I walk alone.
Pre-Chorus
Funny how it won't let go,
A restless ghost in the moonlight's glow.
No leash can hold, no cage can bind,
This wild thing born of a love confined.
Chorus
The Mournewolf cries where the wild winds moan,
A song of love that's long outgrown.
It prowls my mind, it stalks my dreams,
A spectral beast with silver gleams.
Not a pet to name or claim,
The Mournewolf cries, and I feel the same.
Bridge
Through brambles thick and branches bare,
The Mournewolf waits, it lingers there.
A timeless creature, raw and pure,
A love that fades but won't endure.
Chorus
The Mournewolf cries where the wild winds moan,
A song of love that's long outgrown.
It prowls my mind, it stalks my dreams,
A spectral beast with silver gleams.
Not a pet to name or claim,
The Mournewolf cries, and I feel the same.
Outro
The Mournewolf howls, and I stand still,
A captive soul to its aching will.
Lost love wears a creature's name,
And forevermore, it plays its game.