Look towards the horizon
Pass the silently falling snow
Four wolves are running together
But to where, no one knows
The white one leads them all
With determination and courage
His pelt shines gloriously
As he focuses his mind on the goal
Next is the grey one
Whose scar is visibly shown
His eyes are fierce and powerful
No one will dare cross his path
The light brown one is next
Wearing his collar on his neck
There's a cheer in his step
And an optimistic smile on his face
The fourth one is the youngest
Full of energy and spunk
His red fur shines vibrantly
As his bracelets clink with each step
Where are they going, with such haste
Ask any man but they don't know
Maybe the Book of the Moon is true
And that they are heading towards Paradise