Sixty eight, the year I was in womb
No one there to catch her when she fell
This, the blackest night, in the pale of the moonlight
Mother didn’t live, I fare thee well
And as I took in my first breath
Familiar scent the smell of death
Awareness seemed to come at once
It’s the call of the wild
It’s the blood of the wolf
I run through the night, a man-wolf on the loose
I hunt my prey a howl tears through the air
Voices telling me you must destroy humanity
Have them peer beyond the veil without a care
The full moon shining overhead
My enemies will leave here dead
The rage and anger that I feel
It’s the call of the wild
Blood of the wolf
Dark thoughts are assailing me
I change into my crinos form it sets me free
The wyrm concerns me they’re on my mind
I know why I changed what was I lookin’ to find?
Perform the rite then I head for the site
Another black night in the pale of the moonlight
I take the path to the edge of the creek
I’m a lot closer to the place that I seek
I often cry and sit and wonder why
They killed my mama ‘cause she was a wolf
She was a wolf, it’s the call of the wild, callin’ me
Sixty eight, the year I was alone
Before the pack, before the litany
Amari howls-from-soul
Black fury’s a-mauling me
I take her in the night I plant the seed
The metis cub my progeny
It will share my destiny
Avenging mother – my life’s quest
It’s the call of the wild
