Murmuring growls
Fiendishly waiting
As valor grays, such are the days
For the wolves of fading
No recompense for ruthless nature
Repute is no savior
Reconcile the call of the wild
Cold winter's howling inspiration
And a rise above station
Glory is such a short sweet story
Drooling, pacing
Hesitating
Death is near to the smell of fear
For the wolves of fading
The promise of bloody benevolence
And a short lived reverence
Highlights a warriors plight
The pack heralds its merciless alpha
And sings to Valhalla
An ode to a paladin soul
One last ferocious snarl
Throat gaping
Mighty splendor shamefully surrenders
To the wolves of fading
