Saneday Songtext

Shock of the claws against the rock ! Foam of the chops, mad eye.
Race under the ghostly moonlight ! How many deaths tonight ?

Bear runs, pack holden strong in jaws, the three wolves on his traces, eagle in the sky.
Barely born, the twins have enemies, but also protectors.
Saneday, Saneday !
Magic Of Ledoras runs in the clearing, the wolves don't stand a chance.

Destiny is building up... Saneday...