Wolfsmond

The winds awake and shave the vale
She pads along the wooded trail
There is a light breeze known to blow
This is the land where no one goes

On dormant pristine mountain snow
Emerald eyes, a sudden blaze
A distant strife she foreshadows
This is the land where no one goes

Starry night, elusive and wild
This is the land for which to fight
In the center of the scene
An ancient domain now set free
Starry night, elusive and wild
This is the land for which you fight
In the center of the scene
This is the land for you to be.