• Baying at the New Blue moon;
    Driving away the tundra’s gloom.
    Running with my pack in toe;
    Silent paws across the snow.

    Running toward our Paradise
    Living off the tundra mice
    Unaware of coming doom
    We bay at the New Blue moon.

    Joining us in our silent coast
    Restless silhouettes of ghosts
    As we trek towards Flower’s bloom
    Baying at the New Blue moon.

    When you’re far away from home
    Stare up at the starry dome
    And know that driving away the gloom
    Are wolves baying at the New Blue moon.