Rites and Rage

I look up to the sky
But there is no moon
To rekindle the rage
Needed to destroy the mage
He lurks with the kindred
That have made him their brethren
An alliance formed, while destroying our kin

I sing up to the night sky
To summon my pack
From the darkness they emerge
To join the attack
The Fera are crossing
Moon bridges back up
But, Hammers-The-Wyrm
Will not need their assistance

Return to the new caern
Large bonfire awaits
A feast for the victors
Bruising party of The Get
A new mark adorns me
Ritual scar down my chest
Before the Rite of Wounding
Drink myself into oblivion

Seven Garous standing in a row
Five in Crinos, two in Hispo
The hacking starts, blood begins to flow from the scattered remains of these wyrmfoes