The moon has hit its highest peak
The challenge has begun
The alpha has claimed right of speak
The challenger will run
The pack will chase until it's caught
The challenger will likely rot
The pack will chase
The pack will chase
Whom ever the alpha has sought
The moon has hit its highest peak
Alpha is on the prowl
The search will never be so bleak
The nose can find an owl
The alpha will teach the pack well
So onward the alpha will tell
The alpha will
The alpha will
Will hold the pack together well
The moon has hit its highest peak
Allowing the pack to see
For the challenger's looking bleak
He can no longer flee
The killing dance will now begin
The challenger is cornered in
The killing dance
The killing dance
The alpha will certainly win
The strength
The alpha
The pride of
your pack.
U-
LU-
-LATE!
HOWL your pack together!
Lead your family
to cull
the weak
from the herd:
Silent
in the night
sharp teeth sink
into the flesh,
live,
quivering,
the hot sweet blood spurts
into your mouth.
The lupa, the she-wolf,
might be tempted to nurse
the weak:
Mowgli-the-Frog, or
Rhea Silvia’s twin boys.
But you WILL feed them
to your own offspring.
You’re much maligned,
but for a reason.
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