• The fall of Wolves was long ago, few alive there are today.
    The Legends for long now have been lost, but for how long still? None can say.
    The winds are changing, the night grow long, the blood Red Moon appears.
    The Book foretells their rise again, the answer to our fears.
    Can you hear the Wolven cry in times of Lunar rays?
    Disguised in skins not of their own among the sunlit blaze.
    The Wolves do know of the Scent the Maiden does now hold.
    Dreams of Paradise renewed, adventures now unfold.
    Times have changed, the humans fail, the Wolves have come again.
    Now, you hear the Wolven cry? It signaled the Wolf's Rain.