…With the death of winter, Children of the Wolf cultivated their fanatical desire for an aural feast celebrating a freshly birthed season. As the Wolves howled in the Spring night, the Children sated their appetites on dripping vocals, tender chords, robust rhythms and succulent tonalities. Progressing through the delectable feast the Children swayed hypnotically under the spell of their brethren. Lusting for the evening’s final apertif, the Children reached a frenzied pitch, crying out with their brood to the crystal twilight enveloping them…
-Exerpt from the Book of Rock 05:08-09