What’s the point of fear, two-legs? You see smoke but not the teeth Green fire in the night I keep I read your pulse, I know your sleep You’re chasing ghosts that don’t exist This pack runs lean, this pack runs risk The wind brings me your breaking sound It says: "stand tall, don’t bow down" This is how we run, this is how we bleed Moon on our fur, winter in our teeth Don’t look for lies in the way I see I show you truth, I show you me Stop your noise, I don’t wear masks Storm in my coat, ember in my heart I walk the ridge where the cold winds break Alone, but never will I fake This is how we hunt, this is how we stand When snow erases all marks of man When the forest falls quiet, when the world goes white We still breathe, we still own the night Blood... of the blue moon... Pack... never alone This is how we live, this is how we die Blue shadow, open sky What’s the point of fear, two-legs? The wolf is watching... and now you know
