Let me tell you a word,
A word of the book of the moon
When earth was born
Wolfs ruled all
And from wolfs were born
Humans.
Their messengers of the red moon
When the flower of lunar blooms
May the paradise of wolfs be opened
By the wolf of legend
His fur as white as the lunar flower
His blood as pure as the ocean is blue
His pride,
Unbreakable even to his own heart
He guides the wolfs of brown and gray
And to the end is were they are to stay
In the end I will tell you now
Blood ran free on the snow covered ground
As the wolf of black appeared to kill
To take the flower
And murder it still
Though her blood alone is poison,