Musk Ox — The Circle

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Forty below and the wind's a knife, and the wolves can smell the young;
so we don't run, we don't scatter — we turn, and we become one.
Horns to the dark, calves in the middle, every back against a back —
the strength of one is nothing to the strength of the pack.

[Chorus]
The circle, the circle —
we survive because we close —
nobody breaks the ring of horns
where the cold wind blows.

[Verse 2]
You want the weak one? Go through me, and then go through my brother;
we'll trade the charge, we'll hold the line, we'll die before the other.
A bull alone is winter food, a herd's a fortress wall —
the musk ox doesn't win by one. The musk ox wins by all.

[Outro]
(group chant) … hold the ring … hold the ring …