Verse 1
In the cold breath of the midnight air,
she moves like frost, a silent prayer.
White fur glowing in the lunar fire,
a huntress born of ice and ire.
He walks beside her, shadow-strong,
a living storm where nightmares belong.
Two hearts beating through the darkened pines,
two fates twisted in ancient signs.
Pre-Chorus
Opposites bound by blood and flame,
two wolves carved from night’s own name.
Where she is winter, pure and wild,
he is darkness, death-defiled.
Chorus
White wolf, fierce and fearless queen,
black wolf, king of the unseen.
Together under silver skies,
their howls make the mountains rise.
Moonbound mates, forever tied—
a shadow bride, a frostborn guide.
No force can break what the moon creates:
the bond of these two wolves of fate.
Verse 2
Claws strike earth like a battle drum,
when danger calls, the wolves become
a storm of fury, flesh and bone,
two alphas claiming one shared throne.
Her eyes are steel, his roar a blade,
their enemies tremble, bleed, and fade.
For any who dare to cross their path
will taste the winter of their wrath.
Pre-Chorus
She brings the cold, he brings the night,
two powers merging into might.
The moonlight crowns their savage love—
a curse below, a blessing above.
Chorus
White wolf, burning like the snow,
black wolf, where all lost shadows go.
Side by side they walk the wild,
the killer king, the untamed child.
Moonbound mates, through blood and scars,
stronger than the sun or stars.
No force can break what the moon creates—
two wolves, two hearts, one fate.
Bridge
When she howls, he answers deep,
their voices shake the world from sleep.
In love, in war, in night they stand,
two legends carved by nature’s hand.
Final Chorus
White wolf, frost and silver light,
black wolf, darkness crowned in night.
Together they’re the perfect storm,
the wild made flesh, the ancient form.
Moonbound mates, unbroken, true—
a bond that death itself can’t undo.
Wherever they run, the world will quake—
for the moon decides
what the wolves will take.
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