The day will come when the pack will not wait
And you will not be able to run with them
The body will age but the spirit still yearn
But today is not that day
Today you will run
and you will climb
You will crawl through thicket and mud
As you did when you were young
You will leap again through fire
The pack will climb
And if halted, will break the obstacle
The pack will leap
And if held, will rend nature itself
We will not be burned by the fire
We will burn hotter than the fire
And when the pack ends its journey
You will be with them
The pack will know and will see
Will power wrapped in scar tissue
So come then, sons and daughters of war hounds
Come hither and taste blood.