Uploaded May 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
A tribute, to my darling boy.
Rest in peace, Hannibal (Hanni).
November 2015 - May 2026
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Lyrics by me: @Arystina
Musical composition and voice made by Suno AI.
Video/visualizer by Vizzy.io.
Image generated in ChatGPT and edited by @Arystina.
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Lyrics:
Old wolf, rest thy weary head
Upon moss grown lush and deep
The long hunt now is ended
And the hills shall sing thee sleep
Thy paws have crossed the ice
Thy breath has braved the rain
Now earth may keep thy body
But never bind thy name
Old wolf, close thy weary eyes
Let the dark wood hear
The ravens keep their watch above
As the silver moon draws near
The willows bow in sorrow
The stones stand still and gray
For the wild has lost its shadow
At the dying of the day
Go now, old wolf
Where the star-roads gleam
Go now, old wolf
Past the veil of dream
Run where the night lies open
Roam where the wild fields call
No grave shall bind thy spirit
No winter bind thy soul
Thy fur is pale with seasons
Thy bones are worn with years
Thy eyes have watched the snowfall
Through hunger, hunt, and tears
Each scar upon thy body
Is a rune the wild has read
A loyal heart of thunder
Of the paths thy feet have led
The pines shall keep thy memory
The wind shall speak thy cry
The river bears thy sorrow
Beneath the iron sky
And when the northern fires
Awaken cold and bright
Thy soul shall rise in silence
And run into the night
Go now, old wolf
Where the star-roads gleam
Go now, old wolf
Past the veil of dream
Run where the night lies open
Roam where the wild fields call
No grave shall bind thy spirit
No winter bind thy soul
Sleep now, elder of the forest
Sleep now, keeper of the snow
The path that waits beyond thee
Is one the old ones know
Through heather, frost, and starlight
Through meadows deep and wide
The hunt shall rise anew
Upon the other side
Go now, old wolf
Where the star-roads gleam
Go now, old wolf
Past the veil of dream
Run where the night lies open
Roam where the wild fields call
No grave shall bind thy spirit
No winter bind thy soul
Old wolf, rest thy weary head
The moon is burning low
The earth shall hold thy body
Where winter grasses grow
But far above the darkened pines
Thy soul shall find its way
Across the star-wild fields
Beyond the break of day
A tribute, to my darling boy.
Rest in peace, Hannibal (Hanni).
November 2015 - May 2026
~
Lyrics by me: @Arystina
Musical composition and voice made by Suno AI.
Video/visualizer by Vizzy.io.
Image generated in ChatGPT and edited by @Arystina.
~
Lyrics:
Old wolf, rest thy weary head
Upon moss grown lush and deep
The long hunt now is ended
And the hills shall sing thee sleep
Thy paws have crossed the ice
Thy breath has braved the rain
Now earth may keep thy body
But never bind thy name
Old wolf, close thy weary eyes
Let the dark wood hear
The ravens keep their watch above
As the silver moon draws near
The willows bow in sorrow
The stones stand still and gray
For the wild has lost its shadow
At the dying of the day
Go now, old wolf
Where the star-roads gleam
Go now, old wolf
Past the veil of dream
Run where the night lies open
Roam where the wild fields call
No grave shall bind thy spirit
No winter bind thy soul
Thy fur is pale with seasons
Thy bones are worn with years
Thy eyes have watched the snowfall
Through hunger, hunt, and tears
Each scar upon thy body
Is a rune the wild has read
A loyal heart of thunder
Of the paths thy feet have led
The pines shall keep thy memory
The wind shall speak thy cry
The river bears thy sorrow
Beneath the iron sky
And when the northern fires
Awaken cold and bright
Thy soul shall rise in silence
And run into the night
Go now, old wolf
Where the star-roads gleam
Go now, old wolf
Past the veil of dream
Run where the night lies open
Roam where the wild fields call
No grave shall bind thy spirit
No winter bind thy soul
Sleep now, elder of the forest
Sleep now, keeper of the snow
The path that waits beyond thee
Is one the old ones know
Through heather, frost, and starlight
Through meadows deep and wide
The hunt shall rise anew
Upon the other side
Go now, old wolf
Where the star-roads gleam
Go now, old wolf
Past the veil of dream
Run where the night lies open
Roam where the wild fields call
No grave shall bind thy spirit
No winter bind thy soul
Old wolf, rest thy weary head
The moon is burning low
The earth shall hold thy body
Where winter grasses grow
But far above the darkened pines
Thy soul shall find its way
Across the star-wild fields
Beyond the break of day
