Yonder day is breaking
But still our time is grey
A tribe awaiting hunger;
What prey for us today?
Fulfill the given promise
Bring legacy to come;
We slave beneath the Sun
And eye the Leader one.
(REF)
Arising is our wailing,
Our wolf-cry for the moon;
haunted are the hunters
your judgement is our doom (1)
(INTERLUDE)
Storm, cold, wet and windy
Hard and furving grey (2)
Sensation bringing breeze
Seeking scent of prey
Overcast in silence
The wolves all patter on
Yonder in the moonlight
The he-wolf stands alone
(REF)