[Verse] Through waves that crash and skies that weep The Wolf Pack hunts where shadows creep With blades like fire and hearts so bold They howl at moons both new and old Not built on numbers, bloated and blind, But brotherhood, grit, and a sharp cut mind. [Chorus] Howl to the moon let the wild winds cry The Pack runs fierce 'neath the blackened sky Few but mighty with a feral flame Dilmun trembles at their name [Verse 2] Their sails are tattered their eyes aglow Through tempest seas and undertow They hold their ground with quiet wrath, And carve their names on every path. A few dozen wolves, if that, no more, Yet kingdoms tremble when they roar. [Chorus] Howl to the moon let the wild winds cry The Pack runs fierce 'neath the blackened sky Few but mighty with a feral flame Dilmun trembles at their name [Bridge] Drums of war beat in their chest Marking their place amongst the best Wolves that prowl with tribal might Danger looms in the dead of night The Wolf Pack, small, yet bold and loud, Their pride, their banner. Their fangs, their shroud. Each step they take, a storm is stirred When one wolf howls, a legend’s heard. [Chorus] Howl to the moon let the wild winds cry The Pack runs fierce 'neath the blackened sky Few but mighty with a feral flame Dilmun trembles at their name [verse] There walks a pack, not large in size, But fierce of heart and sharp of eyes. The Wolf Pack, small, yet bold and loud, Their pride, their banner. Their fangs, their shroud. Each step they take, a storm is stirred When one wolf howls, a legend’s heard. [War Drum Solo The drums resound, a thunderous beat] [Chorus] Howl to the moon let the wild winds cry The Pack runs fierce 'neath the blackened sky Few but mighty with a feral flame Dilmun trembles at their name [verse] A cadence of power, a warrior's song, The Wolf Pack moves both swift and strong. In every thump, the heartbeat of dreams, The drumbeat fuels their primal schemes. A few dozen wolves, if that, no more, Yet kingdoms tremble when they roar. [outro] So heed this song, ye boasting brutes It’s not the size that plants the roots. Let’s raise a toast in ruined halls, To those who hunt while empires fall. The strong, the bold, in legends still told To the wolf pack, may their courage never fold
