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The scent of night drifts through the trees,
The moon stares down with eyes that freeze.
Its face is stern, a yellow flame,
The wolves have come — they're never tame.

They run like wind on mountain stone,
Each branch they crush, each breaking bone.
The darkness waits, it knows their name,
And welcomes them without a claim.

The silence bites,
The past ignites,
Each howl sparks fire on distant heights.

The wolves
Are raging deep inside,
They never run, they never hide.
With wolves,
Our spirits cry and sing —
Now freedom starts to spread its wing.

Their burning eyes, a fierce delight,
A fire glowing in the night.
Their hunger drums, a savage beat,
Their howls make echoes rise and meet.

They howl atop the moonlit stone,
The pack stands strong, they stand alone.
They ask no questions, heed no call,
But stand as one, unshaken all.

A wild instinct, sharp and bright,
It courses through our blood tonight.
The darkness calls, it sings, it sways —
To dance with wolves in untamed ways.

The wolves
Are raging deep inside,
They never run, they never hide.
With wolves,
Our souls begin to burn —
Now freedom calls — it’s our return.