As a she-cub is whelped with a coat that is white,
And a human child stolen to suckle the Sight
From a place where injustice was secretly done
Then the Marked One is here and legend begun.
When wolfbane is dreamt of with terror and dread,
and the untamed are tamed, prepear for the dead.
For the shape changer's packed with the birds will come true,
When the blood of the Wolf's blends with Man's in the dew
As the Searchers are temped, who hunger and prowl,
Down the Pathways of Death, by the summoning howl.
Then the truest of powers will be fleshed on the bone
And the Searchers tempt nature to prey on its own.
With blood at the altar, the vision shall come
When the eye of the moon is as round as the sun.
In the citadel raised by the lords of before,
The stones twins await-both power and law.
Then the past and the future shall finally show,
To the wounded, the secret the Lera must know.
And all shall be witness to that which will be,
In the mind of the Man Wolf, then none shall be free.
And only a family both loving and true,
May conquer the evil, so acient, so new.
As they fight to uncover what secrets they share
And see in thier journey how pain full is care.
Beware the Betrayer whose meaning is strife,
For their faith shall be tried by the makers of life,
And who shall divine, in the dead of the night,
The lies from the truth, the darkness from light?
Like the cry of a scavenger, torn through the air
A courage is needed, as deep as despair.
And a human child stolen to suckle the Sight
From a place where injustice was secretly done
Then the Marked One is here and legend begun.
When wolfbane is dreamt of with terror and dread,
and the untamed are tamed, prepear for the dead.
For the shape changer's packed with the birds will come true,
When the blood of the Wolf's blends with Man's in the dew
As the Searchers are temped, who hunger and prowl,
Down the Pathways of Death, by the summoning howl.
Then the truest of powers will be fleshed on the bone
And the Searchers tempt nature to prey on its own.
With blood at the altar, the vision shall come
When the eye of the moon is as round as the sun.
In the citadel raised by the lords of before,
The stones twins await-both power and law.
Then the past and the future shall finally show,
To the wounded, the secret the Lera must know.
And all shall be witness to that which will be,
In the mind of the Man Wolf, then none shall be free.
And only a family both loving and true,
May conquer the evil, so acient, so new.
As they fight to uncover what secrets they share
And see in thier journey how pain full is care.
Beware the Betrayer whose meaning is strife,
For their faith shall be tried by the makers of life,
And who shall divine, in the dead of the night,
The lies from the truth, the darkness from light?
Like the cry of a scavenger, torn through the air
A courage is needed, as deep as despair.
