• A love divided,
    Between Wolf and Man,
    When we used to have wolves as are own brothers and sisters,
    Some have forgotten those ways now,
    And stay in the light of Man,
    But those who have remembered,
    Remember the memories when we used to run in our own fur,
    My own black fur blows in the moons air,
    I who has remembered goes on with the wolf spirit,
    And many generations for me to come,
    Even if I die,
    I will be reborn,
    And go on with the stories again