He never speaks,
but he understands.
Thinks higher than a man.
He's living in the northern lights,
in winter everlasting.
He travels around,
big drum in his hand.
And he knows what you have in your mind.
There's always wolf within,
that leads him down,
and back.
[Chorus:]
Spirit! (spirit of the forest)
Hiding in those northern lights.
[Chorus 2x]
He has long waited for the right moment,
storm of colors rages in the sky.
Beware, never whistle to the northern lights,
or it curses you to the woods of ever night.
There's only one,
who can really set you free,
and it's spirit of the forest's old white wolf.
But it's hard to track,
you'll never found footsteps.
It will find you,
if you are really blessed.
[Chorus 4x]