Long, tearing howl
Across the glimmering night sky
A lone wolf, who in his heart had doubt
For a life alone, is a life misused

An approaching bark
Across woodland horizon
A pack of hunters near below the dark
The primitive instinct to survive, risen

Ripping flesh
The consequences are at place
No one messes with the sacred wolf
No one nears the raging beast

And now alone again
No friends to kick out
No enemies to devour
Again the wolf is lone; again he is... howling