Wolves of the Night

They are rulers of the land when night comes.

                              Do you hear that?
                              That chorus of calls.

                              Do you know where it's coming from?
                              It's coming from a pack of wolves.

                              Young and old,
                              They all join in.

                              To sing their songs,
                              In the midst of the darkness.

                              Together they howl,
                              With all their hearts.

                              Expressing their feelings,
                              In their mystical songs.
                           
                              When they are finished,
                              They huddle up close.

                              To endure what's left of the night,
                              In each other's love.

                              Wolves of the night