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.