They heard the loudest whisper, a soft and gentle shriek wolves cry for their sisters, that they cannot bury hear the wild ones cry, howl all trough the night they search for warmth and comfort, as winter proves its might they curse the cold, the hunger, they howl out their plight howl on somber child, howl all through the night glory days, they can't remember hell awaits, come December distant blaze, glowing ember dismal place, come December they feel the freedom's burden, no shelter they can find how could she desert them, and forsake our kind a hundred days have passed since, mother nature died a hundred more will pass till, she will come back alive near the wild ones cry, howl all through the night howl on somber child, howl all through the night