• I've told the tales,
    I've seen the pictures,
    I've heard the howls,

    The wolves shadow,
    lurks in the forest brush,
    awaiting the moon's glow,
    they raise their heads to the wind,
    and let their sorrow be known.

    They mourn to the moon,
    the losses of the day.

    Mother wolf watches,
    the pups run around and play,
    they go to and fro,
    learning the ways,
    of the wolf's howl,
    which youll hear today.

    They glow gold in the dark,
    I see the fear in their faces,
    the merciless tension,
    thats left in their traces,
    the rabbit's path,
    stops right there,
    and you hear,
    the wolves mourning howl.

    They cant be heard,
    and arent to be seen,
    their feet padding through the snow,
    this day is over for me,
    and the last thing i hear,
    is that mournful howl,
    before i awake,
    and to my surprise,
    Im wolf,
    in the moons eyes.