My warriors.

Gathering all my warriors the ones that feircly growl, beconned by the moon in full 
And how the beasts would howl, gracefully on their hunting trip, not a drop of blood to waste,  tracking down the villian,  each path they would have traced,  victorious would they be, in the challenge  up a head, won't stop until the final call, when of course it's dead, ferociously they hunt in darkness, given light they hold inside,  the innocence of every warrior fills my heart with pride.