גרסה עדכנית לשיר ישן שלי.

One lone wolf,
Lupis, his name.
Prowler of the night,
Guardian of the lunar flame.

Banished was he,
Consumed by regret,
Padding through wind,
Crimson paws curled and wet.

The rain cleans his sins,
But they flow through his heart.
As his blood starts to drip,
His soul falls apart.

Moonlight shines on one wolf's eyes,
One echo sounds from horizon to sky,
A hundred more of those silent cries,
.One howl, one death, but he'll never die