Every January,
When the moon is full,
All the Weres prepare,
For the night of the wolf.
It’s a right of passage,
For the young and the old,
Are you prepared for
The night of the wolf? (X2)
Underneath the cold,
Winter skies,
In the forest,
A secret lies.
The Pack gathers,
In the night,
To protect their land,
From the Shadow’s blight.
Every January,
When the moon is full,
All the Weres prepare,
For the night of the wolf.
It’s a right of passage,
For the young and the old,
Are you prepared for
The night of the wolf? (X2)
All your bones,
Will shatter then mend.
Your form will change,
Again and again.
If we all,
Survive this night,
We’ll let out a howl,
That’ll echo through time.
Every January,
When the moon is full,
All the Weres prepare,
For the night of the wolf.
It’s a right of passage,
For the young and the old,
Are you prepared for
The night of the wolf? (X2)
Gather near,
Listen here;
Bare your teeth,
Show no fear.
The time is now,
This is war.
Shadows creep in,
Like through open sores...