Moonlight etched in his eyes

He steps out of his lair

Sniffing at the scents that rise

The concrete-jungle air

Grouping at the corner

Leading the pack

Streets, tense and shiver

Wolf is back

Howling at the moon

Lovelorn, out of tune

Iridescent, grey and black

Watch out Wolf is back (x2)

Animal? Yes, yet he does croon

The sweetest ever ballad of gloom

Heart in his throat, immortal in love

Singing his pain, to a lover above

Howling at the moon

Lovelorn, out of tune

Iridescent, grey and black

Watch out Wolf is back (x2)

Thus with his face held to the wind

Proud and mystical, stands wolverine

Part of a pack, one of a kind

A symbol of a love never left behind

Part of a pack, one of a kind

A symbol of a love never left behind

-Suraj Mani