The wolf wanders alone
He is rebuked by even hill and stone
Born to settle in no home
But to endlessly roam
With shadows leading the way
And Death stalking the one who pays
A trail of blood dogs his path
The stench of decay in the aftermath
Beware if you hear him sound
The ancient call all around
He warns sweet moon to turn her face
From Despair and Death’s cold embrace
The herald ...