Silver shadow in the night,
Wolfling shuns the firelight,
Haunts the edges of your dreams.
Is madness never what it seems?
You dare not speak, nowhere to run,
You fear your soul is lost.
Trapped within the silent rage,
You tally up the cost.
Just when you're sure it's all a lie,
You hear another victim cry.
The taste of death within your jaws...
The rended flesh beneath your claws.
You dare not speak, nowhere to run,
You fear your soul is lost.
Trapped within the silent rage,
You tally up the cost.
And when the accusations come,
How will you face what you have done?
What will you say, how will you feel,
When you know the wolfling dream is real?
Silver shadow in the night,
Wolfling shuns the firelight,
Haunts the edges of your dreams.
Is madness never what it seems?