I have fled to the outermost realms to hone my senses The wolf alive inside the current Let the abyss be my solitary superior Raised by the Wolves, in droves we follow the scent of blood The order of the wilderness under the ancient sun I am the sacred predator The wolf in me brought forth We are the scarce, in true obscurity we are feared Feel the gash of my defiant will Not god by chaos hears the prayer