The wolf wailed and howled to the moon; "If only if I had a friend!" Instead he got two, That would make it to the very end; One was a mighty wolf That was too timid for his own good And a Lunca boy Who was plainly misunderstood. The Lunca boy saw the two And vowed to go against all; To stand with the beasts For the moon's rise and fall The king saw from afar And said to the Maiden "Get those boys back here, So we can train them." And here I am, to speak the tale In the right time and choruses; In the fire and smoke, they have emerged. This is the story of the dark horses