Wolfs Bloodied Steeel

. The moon is bleeding through the canopy of pine. I tracked the

stench of monsters to what is truly mine. They dragged you to the mountains,

to halls of stone and death. I'll hunt them till the mountains gasp for their

final breath. A shadow stalks beside me with eyes of ember fire.

The great black wolf is rising, fueled by red desire. A beast of

coal and midnight, he craves the taste of bone. We come to claim the silence

for what was ours alone. We are the winter's fury cutting through the snow.

A ravenous darkness that the cowards do not know. With every stride we take,