I always felt intrigued by this song but I heard it in a new light tonight and then found myself crying. It also reminded me of native Americans, but perhaps from the perspective of young native American child/ 'cub', observing his 'wolfmother' and 'wolffather' coming into the 'den' looking worn out by the newly colonized world that they struggle to assimilate too.

'You're a taker'
I'm not sure about this, but maybe the mother is forced into prostitution out of desperation? this was sometimes the case for Native American women. This could also reference the great mother, the earth, constantly 'taking' it - being violated by humans.
wolfmother is viewed as sinful by Christians so she is a witch in their eyes too, and it was said around the 16th century witches fornicated with the devil, 'making with the devil' - a devil maker. I'm a bit unsure about this verse thigh, tbh.

"you're a drifter, shape shifter"
- the father suppressing his culture and identity (language, dress, custom etc.) to 'shape shift' into a white man in order to survive, and 'drifting' amongst constant poverty and instability.

"Holy light over the night
Oh, keep the spirit strong"
- a fire, a hearth 'over the night' in the den, representing the one surviving, unchangeable link to the families ancestors, past and spirituality that they must keep strong.

"watch it grow, child of war"
the child watches the hearth grow, having only ever know a world of violence and assault on native american people and the land / "war". but in the fire he/she's 'remembers' the past and what she/he must preserve.

When I run through the deep dark forest long
After this begun
Where the sun would set
The trees were dead
And the rivers were none
And I hope for a trace
To lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace

I think here the writer switches back to their own pov in observing how much the earth is ravaged today, and the sadness and desperation to find 'a trace' of something pure, true and alive, to lead us out of this nightmare we've created of earth and back home to our purer selves, where we were one with the land (indigenous). but the spirit/sense of life /'trace' she longs for has left the place already, and it is just her and her disgrace of her people and maybe herself.

"Wayward winds, a voice that sings
Of a forgotten land"
-hearing the call to return/ remember

"See it fall, child of war"
- see the colonized, earth raping culture fall, child who has only ever known a time of 'war' between humans and the earth.

Oh, lend a mending hand
- be part of the movement to return/ remember

As I said... it made me cry. It seems a plea for humans to remember the sacredness of the earth