By Jecka Iceclaw
The sons of dawn
The widows of the night
All gathered there in that fateful flight
From the evils
Which known to none
That could have the mighty wolf tribe won
Perhaps not evil
I guess it twould be good...
The sons of Salamandastron could
Hares and Wolves
Wolves and Hares
The foolish ones who though we won laid bare
Upon the sand
As the fish ate
And at hellsgate