The Wolves Of Fading

Murmuring growls Fiendishly waiting As valor grays, such are the days For the wolves of fading No recompense for ruthless nature Repute is no savior Reconcile the call of the wild Recall winter's howling inspiration And a rise above station Glory is such a short sweet story Drooling, pacing Hesitating Death is near to the smell of fear For the wolves of fading The promise of bloody benevolence And a short lived reverence Highlights a warriors plight The pack heralds its merciless alpha And sings to Valhalla An ode to a paladin soul One last ferocious snarl Throat gaping Mighty splendor shamefully surrenders To the wolves of fading