Howling in the night
They send shivers down my spine
That lilting lonely song of the Wolf
Bemoaning injustices of time
Stripped of all things familiar
Imprisoned by Man's industrial lust
Having nowhere to teach their young to run free
Their habitat gone to concrete and dust
Once the symbol of power and strength
A guiding spirit to the native of our land
It's parimiters reduced and numbers decreased
Fallen victims at the ruthless hands of Man
So sing your cries for conscience sweet Wolf
Call on the spirits of Wolves gone before
Blend the cries of the Wolf with the heartbeats of the wind
And lyrics of mythical legends and lore