Where has the moon gone, mama?
That slim silver disc of an
Eerie pearly light
The ghostly pale sphere
That is only seen at night
Where has the moon gone, mama?
I want to sing to it
Like the others of our Pack
I want to howl for it
Want all to know the fact
That I am a Hunt Wolf
Howl Wolf
Moon Wolf… mama?
Where has the moon gone to?
Why do we weep when we howl?
Why must tears flood the hunt song?
Why does Moon hide her face in clouds?
Why has she forsaken the Pack?
Hush now, little wolf pup
For the moon will soon be back.