In the midst of the Caliginous skies,
Lies an illuminating entity which guides the pack.
Its existence is like a blessing to us.
We celebrate and rejoice,
Each time it makes an appearance.
It is perched way up above far from reach.
Yet able to touch our souls without fail.
It’s reached shakes even the very seas,
But ever softly as if rocking a baby.
Sweet lullaby of tranquillity, we know not why you are this kind to us
With you, the hunt is both fulfilling and strengthened.
The path is lit and clear, less prey can escape your embrace
And us, ready to strike.
Hear our howls as we give thanks to thee
The very best to come from the Luporum.