As a she-cub is whelped with a coat that is white
And human child is stolen to suckle the Sight
From a place where in justice was secretly done
Then the Marked one is here and a legend begun
When Wolfbane is dreamt of with terror and dread
And the untamed are tamed prepare for the dead
For the Shape Changers pact with birds will come true
When the blood of the varg blends with man's in the dew
As the Searchers are tempted who hunger and prowl
Down the Pathways of Death by the summoning howl


Then the truest of powers will be fleshed on the bone
And the Searchers tempt nature to prey on its own
With the blood at the altar, the Vision shall come
When the eye of the moon is as round as the sun
In the citadel raised by the lords of before
The stone twins await-both power and law
Then the past and the future shall finally show
To the wounded the secret the Lera must know
And all shall be witness to that which will be
In the Mind of the Man Varg then who shall be free


And only a family both loving a true
May conquer the evil so ancient so new
As they fight to uncover what secrets they share
And see in their journey how painful is care
Beware the Betrayer whose meaning is strife
For their faith shall be shall be tried by tha makers of life
And who shall divine in the dead of the night
The lies from the truth the darkness from light?
Like the cry of the scavenger torn through the air
a courage is needed as deep as despair.