Winter IS Coming

Day 2,527, 18:55 • Published in Canada Canada • by Natster

The night has fallen and the wolves have their fangs bared.
The moon is full, and our enemies are scared.
The banner rises upon the darkened crest
The hunts begun, we will not rest.

Silvery hair rustling in the breeze
The wolves chase the prey with surprising ease
The beacon howl resounding over glade
A war cry through fangs made

The crimson wolves are alive and well
The fear of our enemies we do smell
The hunt is on, this is our game
turning those brits into our dame



IMPERIAL WOLVES!