Upon the highest mountain rise, The wolf belts out his soulful cries. His lonesome howls spread across the land. Reach even the moon created by God's own hand. He runs swift yet silent through the wood, And reflects an elegance, only a wolf could.
The eagle soars across the skies The wind caresses him as he flies He glides upon the gentle breeze So far up, above the towering trees Icon for all that is fierce and strong Legendary from the beginning and all along The sun goes down and he finds his nest He shelters his young beneath his breast