Masters of Wilderness - Mithotyn

Howling at the fullmoon

In this intense midwinternight

Behold the masters of wilderness

Hearken to how they hold the woods in fright

See the silhouettes in the moon

On the mountaincrest they stand proud

Stormwinds and pouring rain

Hardens the fur grey

Picking up the scent

To hunt the fleeing prey

Masters of Wilderness

Masters of Wilderness

The mighty wolfpack hunts the land

For flesh and satisfaction

Feasting on raw meat with bloody jaws

Tearing the prey open in total desperation