In the heart of the shadowed wood,
Beneath the silver moon’s embrace,
The wolves sing their haunting song,
A melody of wild grace.

Their eyes like amber lanterns glow,
Guiding through the dim-lit path,
With every howl, the forest knows,
The power in their primal wrath.

Through the echoing silence they roam,
Guardians of the ancient lore,
In every stride, a dance of freedom,
In every breath, a timeless roar.

Gathered under the starlit dome,
A pack united, strong and vast,
In their unity, they find their home,
In their history, the future’s cast.