The moon is full,

Its light shines bright,

On the wolves, this beautiful night.

The wolves have met,

To complete one task,

Light the aurora, the ancestors of the past.

Their voices rise,

One by one, they bid farewell to the sun.

The aurora flares, flowing light,

Throwing colors left and right.

In the lights, are the past.

The wolves of long ago,

And on this night,

They will guide,

those who do not know.

The voices harmonize,

One sweet melodic song,

And all that breathes is silent,

As the euphony goes on.

And slowly the music fades,

An echo in the air,

the wolves are since rejuvenated,

eyes and faces fair.

The aurora slowly dims away,

An empty, lonely sky,

Now, it’s just a memory,

Of what happened there.