Deep in the starless night, commotion stirs the dark Pale fullmoon's cold light silence broken Grey shadows make their way speeding paws leave their mark Pursuing the trail of the stranger Innocent little maid - tight in the riders arms Shivering she prays - the wolves are coming It's the voice of nature calling Domination on their mind Retrieve the captured lost one Stolen from her kin Hunting the wilderness he came across the den Asleep among the whelps, there he saw her Quickly he drew the blade to rescue her from them Cold-blooded rage wolven blood spilled - remorselessly In his grip the crying maiden Suddenly arising howl Glowing eyes around are coming charging to chase him down Who is the hunted now? The pack is closing in - he looks into the eyes of the child And before his fall - he sees in them the gleam of the wild It's the voice of nature calling Domination on their mind Retrieve the captured lost one Stolen from her kind