My fangs are sharp and are ready to bite - My paws are strong and are ready to fight - The enemy is large and is in sight - Time to live free or die in flight - I am a wolf of a younger age - Tough and strong in mountain weather - But I borrow my Father's great rage - To go against giants who enter the nether - Most know not the vile battle I am in - Against dark foes and the leader of sin - I have struggled to stay alive and thrive - I have little strength and need to revive - I howl in the dark and call forth my pack - Friends I lovingly call, will not hold back - They fight with God's unmatched power - Their flames together become a burning tower - I stand to renter that frightning foul fray - To blast forth with help to enter the new day - I am a fighter, not one who gives up so quickly - The darkness shrieked a horrible sound that was sickly - It Faded like the night fades in the morning sun - The darkness knew not what to do except to run - I stood there hand in hand with my fellow brethren - There will be another fight, for now I must return to my den
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