Psychic Wolves

She left me here in this infinite forest
The shadows they're all I see, can't find the way out
I may as well go in circles here obsessed by her dark riddle

I hear the wolves are gathering around me
Their eyes are blind but a hidden inner light guides their way
And though their teeth are weak I know I cannot fight them

Now the silent hunt is on and I'm alone
And my limbs they feel so worn

I see her again she's lying among dead bodies
Rotten fruit on her table swarming with maggots and flies
And there beside a sacrificial knife, it's my connection