Werewolf

Legends of the cold,
Dreams of the dusk
Through the woven veil -
The wolf's trail is set.

An ancient race's mark
Echoes of wolfish oaths
Through the ages in blood
A white lineage cursed.

Our battles have reached
Sung by the winds
Tales of the forests
In a gray fur clad.

On the fields of war
Rules the gray beast
Where pain and fear
Victory or death.

Drumbeats of battle
Blood and white snow
Where dawn is born
The forged wolf's cross.

In the reflections of battles
With a wild howl's scream
Thousands of voices
Of the white race call.

In a tank attack,
With the stomp of boots,
The wolf's will to power
A thunderous roar.

In the recklessness of the bold
Blood of werewolves
In the shadow of wolves
A thousand names.

I call to that blood
And now I return
In the twilight of the gods
Sons have grown.

Mystic and soldier
Warrior and creator
Through the myth of the ages -
Wolf and man
All carved in granite rock
The wolf-headed face
On your land
It’s in your blood.