Lords Of The Stone

Bitting, chill of the night
Silhouettes of black trees
Danced in the eerie light
Rocks, as bleak as winter ice
A wolf stood silver black
Leader of a great new pack

You sniff, skin prickles, smell the scent
Power?s loose tonight
Power of the wolf

Stars, stretch into infinity
A howl of triumph
A howl of destiny
Head, rised to the sky
Howl down the tales of old
Their ancient quest retold