Verse 1
In the forest where the moon cuts deep,
Two shadows rise, awakened from sleep.
Claws in the dirt, breath like fire,
Ancient hunger, primal desire.
The Alpha’s howl splits the night in two—
One voice obsidian, one carved of dew.
Blood on the wind, fate on their skin,
Let the hunt of the wolves begin.
Chorus
Black wolf, born of shadows,
fangs made of night and rage.
White wolf, carved from winter,
a ghost that breaks the cage.
Two kings beneath the screaming moon,
their power shakes the ground.
In the dark, where fear takes root—
the Alpha’s roar is the only sound.
Verse 2
Bones crack, bodies shift,
a howl beneath the snowdrift.
The black wolf stalks like a curse unbound,
death in his eyes, no mercy found.
The white wolf moves like a blade of frost,
pure and cold, no heartbeat lost.
Together they tear through the silent trees,
gods of the night brought to their knees.
Pre-Chorus
Run if you hear them—
your fear is what they taste.
Pray to the shadows—
but prayers go to waste.
Chorus
Black wolf, born of shadows,
a nightmare forged in fight.
White wolf, crowned in moonlight,
a warrior draped in white.
When their snarls become a symphony,
the world forgets its breath.
For in their path, the forest bows
to fang, to claw, to death.
Bridge
Alpha rising,
stars are bleeding.
No surrender,
no retreating.
When darkness and light collide,
the earth itself will choose a side.
Two hearts beating like war drums,
two legends—
and their time has come.
Final Chorus
Black wolf, shadow sovereign,
born to conquer, born to reign.
White wolf, frostbound tyrant,
pure as vengeance, sharp as pain.
Together they are the storm unleashed,
the night’s eternal throne—
and when the moon calls out their names,
the world will bow
to fur and bone.
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