Raised by the Wolves - Unearthly Trance

I have fled to the outermost realms to hone my senses

The wolf alive inside the current

Let the abyss be my solitary superior

Raised by the Wolves, in droves we follow the scent of blood

The order of the wilderness under the ancient sun

I am the sacred predator

The wolf in me brought forth

We are the scarce, in true obscurity we are feared

Feel the gash of my defiant will

Not god by chaos hears the prayer