All for one and one for all We'll sing out our deeds tonight Oh hear the tune of the wild hunting call As we sing by the moon's silver light, silver light The pack can always defend its own Whatever its own may lack And the tiger may be king when he fights alone But the tiger fears the pack To the moon we'll lift our voices (Wolves howling in harmony) In a fearful harmony No one but us rejoices at The song of the Seeonee