Howling at the fullmoon

in this intense midwinternight.

Behold the masters of wilderness,

Hearken to how they hold the woods in fright.



See the silhouettes in the moon,

On the mountaincrest they stand proud.

Stormwinds and pouring rain

Hardens the fur grey.

Picking up the scent

To hunt the fleeing prey.



Masters of Wilderness

Masters of Wilderness



The mighty wolfpack hunts the land

For flesh and satisfaction.

Feasting on raw meat with bloody jaws,

Tearing the prey open in total desperation.