[Intro] (Heavy, rhythmic thumping kick drum, like a heartbeat) (Lonesome, echoing slide guitar riff in a minor key) (Sound of a wolf howl fading into a wind whistle) [Verse 1] Born of the Beta line, beneath a bleeding moon A Dire heart heavy with a lonesome, ancient tune. I’ve tracked the timberline since I was but a child The shadow of the Alpha kept me tethered to the wild. With hair of golden wheat and eyes of ice and glass I watched the Viking’s son let the seasons come and pass. I dreamed of iron blood and a bond the dirt would keep But the spirits had a secret that they buried fathoms deep. [Chorus] (Stomp-clap rhythm starts) So pour a drink for Sloane, the shadow in the pines She’s got the iron in her blood and the mountain in her lines. She’s a storm-born Dire Wolf, silver, grey, and cold But she’s tradin’ in her spirit for a heart she’ll never hold. (Low harmony) No, a heart she’ll never hold. [Verse 2] Then came the city girl with the pavement on her breath Maighan’s got the scent of life in a valley built on death. She doesn’t know the hunger or the yellow in the eye Or the tether of the Fates written across the winter sky. My heart hit the canyon floor, a heavy, hollow sound When the Alpha’s soul was broken by the beauty he had found. A King from across the sea found a Queen of silk and lace And I’m just the ghost that’s hauntin’ his holy, hallowed place. [Bridge] (Music strips back to just a low, haunting banjo pluck) (Vocal: Low, gravelly whisper building to a growl) I could’ve let the wolf out... I could’ve stained the snow. I could’ve kept his secrets where the blackest rivers flow. But a Dire Wolf’s honor is a weight she has to bear And I won't cast a shadow on a love that’s pure and fair. (Building intensity) If he’s walkin’ in the sun, then I’ll hunt within the dark I’ll be the silent guardian, the hound without a bark. [Instrumental Break] (Fast, dark banjo picking solo accompanied by a mournful fiddle) (Steady, driving stomp-clap rhythm) [Chorus] (Full power, gritty and soulful) So pour a drink for Sloane, the shadow in the pines She’s got the iron in her blood and the mountain in her lines. She’s a storm-born Dire Wolf, silver, grey, and cold But she’s tradin’ in her spirit for a heart she’ll never hold. [Outro] (Slow, echoing rhythm) She’s the Beta’s daughter... (Deep Background Voice: Oh, the daughter...) She’s the forest’s flame... (Deep Background Voice: Oh, the flame...) She’ll stand the lonely watch And never speak her name. To the Alpha and his Lady... May they find the peace I lack. The Dire Wolf is leavin’... And she ain't lookin' back. (Final resonant slide guitar note that rings out and fades into wind)