Faolan Walsh/Introduction

Out from many a rock walled cavern eyes were watching through the night, many a Garou heart was beating for Luna's blessed evening light Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon, and a thousand claws were flashing by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, and a thousand claws were flashing by the rising of the moon All along that singing river, that black mass of Finn were seen, high above their claws and weapons flew their own beloved green Death to every foe and wyrmkin, strike them hard and smite them doon, and howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon 'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon, And howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon.