In the clear night calling
High up on the hill
Hear the lonely cry
Bringing soulfull chill

The silver crescent moon
Slowly on the rise
Was called on for the gathering
With their haunting cries

The council is under way
Their leader now has spoken
He barks out the command
They bow their heads as token

With stealth and cunning they move
Relentlessly on the prowl
Calling to their brothers
With their eerie howl

The pack moves in circles
In their strategic, instinctive way
And together as a unit
They close in on their prey