Beneath the moon so full,
Runs the wolf now alone,
Once with a pack of strength,
Now feasting on old bones.
Too weak to stay alive,
Too weak to really die,
Alone he wanders darkness,
Seeking out the light.
Now the wolf falls down,
To sleep upon the sands.
Alone will he die now,
Just as when he began.
Then the light begins to grow,
Forcing Night to leave.
Wolf stands up with his pack,
So ends All Hallow's Eve.