Canis Lupus Luna - The Song of Boreas
The Hungry Times
Which have shackled us
With vein of Evil sorcery
To the Dance of the Hunt
In woods snow-covered
Scarlet eyes watch in the dark
The night bears the soil white
That is marked with the claw

Where winds just bring the breath of darkness
And shadows attempt to grab the Soul
Goes the Wolf to rob a life
Nor dawn shall cast light again

Hear there howling in the dark
With full moonrise as nightly mark
Pine tree tops so white and high
Draw to us the wolven cry

Utterly we see all winterwide
That land so cold and the Sun hides
Light ye a star from the heart to cast warmth
So we forget frost and cherish your charm