What happened to that wild music,
where do their vices still sound?
The forests are so quiet,
and the Silence is deafening.
Oh how I miss their mournful songs.
For once, long ago, the land rang with it,
was filled with it, both day and night.
But then it was Silenced by us,
with the bang of gunshots, long ago.
And now I cannot even hear the echoes
of the ghost howls anymore.
There is only Silence, a deep, sad Silence,
remaining in the places where they once gave voice.
Oh, have you ever heard their long-drawn cries?
The wild, haunting music that they made,
ringing and echoing through the vast forests?
Have you ever seen the defiant gleam
in their piercing yellow eyes as they sang?
Ah but no, for we Silenced them long ago.
And though the mountains still loom high,
and the forests sill stand tall,
that wild, beautiful music is gone,
and there is only Silence...
The Silence of the Wolves...