I am not of a single solemn entity
But many, woven by the blood of the Old Wolf
With oath, we gaze unto eternity, and the prophecy
To protect the cycle, in which sets our world alight
Hidden behind rituals of fire, and blood
It is within that flame I must extinguish
A sword that layeth in the darkest of voids
And roots that hold a child's heart
The shadows are coming in waves
Passed on through glints of glaring light
And flickering flames
Bonded by ash and coal
And the crimson blood of the wolf of old