Hour of the Wolf

At the hour of my death There is nothing left Than the rest assured rest that I'll know When the chilly winds blow With the heaviest snows I'll drift and then I'll go At the hour of the wolf When the moon is all full And my dreams me down through the floor And the Devil will show what's in store To the rich folks and surely the poor At the time of the pain The darkest names Chain me to knaves at the gate My eyelids they inflate My fear is on a plate The resurrection's starting to look great Lay low, steady savior Lay in the reeds The rocks and sand will be gone Put down the heavy labor Lay next to me I need you like the seasons need the sun