Gathering of Wolves

Echoes of the cold wind, whispers through the pines

Calling all the wanderers, where the shadow shines

From frozen peaks and shadowed shores,

They march with hearts of fire and lore.

Braving storms that howl and scream,

Chasing the ghost of an ancient dream.

Exiles and warriors, broken and bold,

Bound by a story long untold.

In the night they gather, under moon's pale glow,

Sharing tales of the roads they know.

Gather the wolves, let the call resonate,

Through the darkness, they invoke their fate.

Walls can crumble, but spirits rise,

Under starlit skies and stormy cries.

Blackened shores and icy white,

Echo voices in the silent night.

Fury in their hearts, unchained, unbound,

Seeking the echo where hope is found.

Brothers and sisters, lost and found,

In the wind’s song, their bonds are sound.

Answering the tempest’s cry, they stand tall,

United by the wild, answering the call.

Gather the wolves, let the call resonate,

Through the darkness, they invoke their fate.

Walls can crumble, but spirits rise,

Under starlit skies and stormy cries.

Frost in their veins, fire in their eyes,

Chasing the dawn, beyond the lies.

The tempest’s roar, their battle hymn,

Through the chaos, they will win.

So let the wolves roam free and wide,

In the shadows, they abide.

Until the storm has spent its might,

They gather, they fight, into the night.