It was dark and cold that night;
Wolves howled at the moon
And circled us like prey,
Licking their lips with us in sight,
Ready to pounce at the word
Of the Alpha, the commander.
Circling around, the wolves move
In rhythm, around the prey
And licking their hungry lips,
Thirsty for the blood of the innocent,
Waiting for the command to strike
And bring us down,
But we will not go down without a fight.