Ancestral Wolfcall

It is the call of the wild, an escape from a lazy unimportant life. With pain and fear I live every night. From my own weakness I was terribly hide.
Surrounded by many that seek my own death, a lethal experience which defeat it shall bring. The death I must give to the enemy�s kin, putting inside his flesh my vicious teeth!
Heed the call, the call of the wild! My howling in the moon tear apart the cold night. Heed the call, the call of the wild! Like a wolf I�m running, and my freedom I shall find. My race is as ancient as this starlit sky, even thousand moons to pass, my revenge I�ll find.
In the end what I seek? In the ice lake I watch the fall of this miserable being. In my ears this known sound I hear! It�s not me; it�s the ancestral voice arrived, the howling of my herd, exists since the dawn of times!