• A sign of power
    appears in a wolf's final hours,
    through the trees it runs
    the crimson moon, it rises, it comes.

    Through the fields it goes
    time begins to slow,
    a shadow follows the wolf as it glides
    now and then, side by side.

    Eyes full of fear
    glitter as a time of darkness nears,
    through the silence comes a howl
    summoning all,from beast to fowl.

    The battle cries of the humans ring
    rising above the fighting, voices sing,
    the ones with souls so pure and true
    summon a courage, so old, so new.

    The song stops the fighting
    and tears are seen through flashes of lightning,
    the heavens begin to cry
    as the howls pierce the sky.

    The wolves appear during the darkest hours
    to quell the fighting with their summoning howls,
    they shatter the skies
    with their protectors' cries.

    The crimson moon will fade
    while the wolves, our protectors, will stay.