Rise oh moon for it is time for the wolf to howl.
Time for the sky to be filled with his mournful song.
The wolf is awake, roaming and longing for your light to show him the path.
Rise oh moon, for the hunter is prowling.
His moment of triumph is breaking with the glow of your waning light.
Your ominous form fueling graceful strides.
Rise oh moon, the wolf’s heart is beating, racing
The hunt has begun and the ending is near.
When the wolf howls….there is much to fear.