The sun descends Descending in the west The night comes down The evening star turns out The moon shines bright Like ember in the sky The time has come This is the bloody night
Smelling the blood Feeling the pain Detection like an animal Prick up the ears Grinding the claws The time has come for hunting
I am a wolf, running through the trees Follow the scents of the midnight breeze I am a wolf, hunting with my pack With the other wolves waiting for meat to be brought back
The fear I smell My prey is damned to hell They're lost, forlon Their fortune ripped and tornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
