Wolfskin Inheritance (wersja 2)

Intro

Snow don't melt for sorrow, it just packs the ground harder

Pop's scars were a map with no border

Verse

Grandfather ran the trapline before the sun woke the pines

Skinned what he caught with a blade older than his spine

Taught me the difference between a track and a warning

Said the wolf that circles slow is the one worth mourning

We tanned the hide by lantern, hands cracked from the lye

Stitched every tear with sinew so the cold couldn't lie

Winter took two brothers before I turned nine

Buried them shallow, ground wouldn't soften in time

Pop said hunger teaches patience, patience teaches aim

Said the pelt on your back is the only thing with your name

I wore that coat through blizzards that swallowed the barn

Learned survival ain't pretty, it's a debt that you're born

Fifteen winters passed and the trapline went dry

Pop passed the coat to me and said don't let it die

Moth holes and bloodstains, still it's warmer than gold

Every stitch in that hide is a story he told

Chorus

This the wolfskin inheritance, stitched from the cold

Every scar that I'm wearing