Darkness engulfed the landscape
Amidst the cries of pain
The Lone Wolf Prowled the valley
As the sky darkened,
With the flavor of rain.
Vanishing hopes
Were finally gone
Up above through
Fading twilight.
As the Lone Wolf walked
All alone on the path
Of dark were-light.
Days extinguished
His soul burning
He walked alone
With his head
Never turning
Walking on the dark road
In his voluntary exile
With his shattered soul
Happiness deprived.
He tried to cope
But alas!
Not a glimpse of hope.
The wind rustles
As he stalks his prey
He must kill to live
That is his way.
Necessity done
Blood-lust satisfied
The lone wolf prowls along
As weaklings shake and hide.
He is the last warrior
Of eternal darkness
The last shadow one sees
Before taken by
Death's embrace.
Heartless inside,
Neither good
Nor is he evil,
He lives to hunt
He lives to kill.
Destroyer, Protector
Jet Black in color
With eyes of burning gold
He walks a different path
That's why he walks alone.
He needs no pack
He cares for only one
He strikes when he feels
He answers to none.
Mothered by Shadow,
Fathered by the night,
He stalks the mortal world
Under the were- light.
He is the hunter,
The spirit of the moonlit sky
The lone wolf of the Netherlands
The dark prince
With a heart of frozen ice.
On the road to nowhere
He saw a white horse
She is what he will never be
