The Bear کے بول

The chime rang twelve Reminds to go Hand grips the bow To claim his soul Heart lies in ground Across backwoods Slow, the anger grows Reminds of buried, laid in unrest Hear, answer them now The mountains call his name as winds do flow Coursing all hate Discover the cave Unto this day, it even haunts you Tears flow like storm clouds Remembering words of love That crush in waves The bear still waits Branch wail haunting, but inside the beast is waiting Years of patience, tracking down his only purpose Something waits for him, a growl that shakes his center All the pain lashing out from torment, he loved her