Phantoms of fog vanish along the swamp side It is time to allow this day to fade away The late hour opens the way for darkness Night pours stars over the earth
Dark shadows loom in the forest Eyes glow as coal through the night In every corner the wolves’ desolate howl The dogs of God cry out for their brothers
Centuries-old guards gloomy stand Covering the horizon with their hands of prongs The forest conceals the pale face of the moon So that the ritual is kept away from a stranger’s eyes
Countless men walk along the forest path Coiling the fire line around the glade The mighty figure hails everyone Shouting ancient words
Your flesh shall cry out, your soul shall cry out When you will feel the deadly cold in front of you Your flesh shall cry out, your soul shall cry out Listen how your forefathers’ voices call upon you
The cloak of the wolf shines in the fire An axe of war at his side is revealed The wise werewolf stands in the centre of the pack
With raised hands he completes his ritual Announces what the signs are saying What the pale moon has said to him
A grand day shall come Soon they shall depart Strangers will not be saved by the distance
Hostile lands will surround Bodies will cover the land The fame upon the victory shall be our gainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
