For a long time you wandered alone

Strayed from your pack, stayed unknown.

Our hearts beat and burn

As we wait for your return.

Running alone can be a mistake

But not for a spirit to wild to break.

He runs alone in the mist of the night

A lone wolf, lost in a fight.

Your tears fall, hitting the ground

The moon whacthes over you when no one is around.

But I'm whacthing you, from a hill so high

Whacthing the lone wolf wither and die.

Running alone can be a mistake

But not for a spirit to wild to break.

He runs alone in the mist of the night

A lone wolf, lost in a fight.

The moon is shinning in your eyes

It burns so strong that it cannot die.

Bristle your fur and pad the ground

Make no silent howl, make it loud.

A pup who was born to lead

Must rise from the night, and take his feed.

No more running, it's time to take a stand

Whacth over his pack, whacth over his land.

The moon is whacthing while you return

The pride it shows, sorrows no longer burn.

Our pack is once again whole

The lone wolf has taken his role.

Running alone was his mistake

But he is a spirit to wild to break.

Now he runs with a pack in the night

Our lone wolf has won the fight.