Creator Of Life Spirit wolf,s call

Under the shiver of iron pines
Moon cuts silver through spiraled time
My heart is a drum on a frozen field
My breath the shadow that huntings yield

Through the river’s mirror, I rise and leap
Star-fire glowing beneath my feet
I am the storm in a world gone white
I am the hunger in midnight’s bite

Bare our souls to the brittle wind
Mark our path where legends begin

Spirit Wolf’s call — blazing in the black
Claws of thunder, no turning back!
Teeth of courage, eyes of flame
Carve our freedom in the untamed!

Run with me past the shattered sky
Tattoo our stories where ravens fly
Great bear’s shadow, roots of old
We forge our life in silver and gold

Wind tattoos wisdom on shattered stone
Frost paints runes where we walk alone
Fox’s laughter, eagle’s cry
Memory’s fire will never die

Who runs with the night? We do, we do!
Who remembers the flame? It’s true, it’s true!
Who howls for the moon when the wild hearts roam?
We are the pack! This land our home!

Spirit Wolf’s call — wild on the air
Talons of winter, strength laid bare!
Spirits of ancestors, guide our stride
Through shadow and splendor, we are allied!

Raise your eyes to the northern cold
Dance with the lightning, fearless and bold!
Fur of midnight, soul of stone
We are the legend We are not alone!