Ancestral Wolfcall

It is the call of the wild, an escape from a lazy 
unimportant life. With pain and fear I live every night. 
From my own weakness I was terribly hide.
Surrounded by many that seek my own death, a lethal 
experience which defeat it shall bring. The death I must 
give to the enemy�s kin, putting inside his flesh my
 vicious teeth!
Heed the call, the call of the wild! My howling in the moon
 tear apart the cold night. Heed the call, the call of the 
wild! Like a wolf I�m running, and my freedom I 
shall find. My race is as ancient as this starlit sky, even
 thousand moons to pass, my revenge I�ll find.
In the end what I seek? In the ice lake I watch the fall of
 this miserable being. In my ears this known sound I hear! 
It�s not me; it�s the ancestral voice 
arrived, the howling of my herd, exists since the dawn of 
times!