Litany of the Pack

We are the wolves of God,
Brought together in the hunt.

Our teeth bite deep
And draw forth the rich red blood of man.

Our hunt is concealed
By the shadows of endless night.

Our howls are a choir in the dark.

We run beneath the moon,
That pale reflection of his glory.

We are damned to stalk the wilderness
Beyond his holy light.

This is how it is.
This is how it should be.

We are the wolves of god.
Lord hear our prayer.

Let our teeth be sharp,
So that the blood shall flow.

Let the shadows be long,
So that we may stalk our prey.

Let our hunt be fruitful,
So that our thirst shall be slaked.

Let our voices fill the night.

We are the wolves of God.
And we hunt in his name tonight.