Lycan, lord of the jungle.
Fangs tyrannizing creeps.
Wolves standing, insatiable.
Runes, power, money and kills.
Hear me howl,
See me prowl,
Then fear my pounce.
For the lord of the jungle arises from slumber.
The Lycanthrope.
I am the demise of all that is neutral.
Even pudge will know my name.
Banehallow, reveal my true form!
The Warewolf!
