"The
Breath
of SheoWolf"
May the cry
of
the SheoWolf be on high land,
And the
wind
whisper past the ears of man...
As voices
wander
through evening skies,
May the
SheoWolf
song silence the lies.
May all
dance
with you through spirits of old,
And come
lay
with you on nights of cold...
As the eyes
of
the SheoWolf gleam with sight,
May we see
through
the darkness of our night.
May all
hands
come stroke your coat so soft,
And the
beat
of your heart awaken the spirit lost...
As your
brother,
your sister, your fellow kin, May we feel the breath of the SheoWolf
within.
