The wolves howl underneath the stars
crying towards the moon in the cold night
a mist hangs low, all the alpha's are present
the top of the mightiest packs.
The strong howl fierce and wise
The ghosts of fallen Gods ride on their backs
armed with axes, hammers and swords
eyes that have seen war
eyes that have seen death
and in these events
the impenetrable wisdom of life pierced them
but the greater Gods showed no mercy
as they gave them no tongue
the wind dies down
the hunt begins.