Under a bloodmoon,
We shall transform
Out from shadows,
The loathed and the scorned
We are not demons,
Cursed in form
But we are feared,
And hunted since yore.
Chorus:
Brethren be steeled
Destiny calls
Cry of the wolf!
Onward we prowl
And hunt through the night
Long live the beast!
The ancient wolf's bite.
Quiver in terror
The pack it grows strong
Howl at the moon
The wolf shall live on
Chorus:
I am the wolf
We shall live on
Cry of the wolf!

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