When the light baths the light for the last time And the sunset turns everything red The dust of the dusk draws a shape Running down the hills again
Allied of the night and the moonlight Your howls blow in the wind like horns of war (You are) Proud of your kind and your name Your blood of warrior still rages on and on
Before a thousand battles Before ages and storms The wisdom grows in your eyes Brother, warrior, god!
And they run down from the hills and the fear blew in the wind When the light faded and the hunting started once more Lurking far below their land, feed themselves and feed the pack And defend the till the end...Of times Fallen warrior´s souls, since old, legends tell they ride the endless skies and then become wolves Once in a struggle i fell and my blood now is the same...of the ones that devaour me
But your kind has suffered the genocide Of mankind that tears everything apart Whose life´s only sense´s devastation In your language i will scream revenge
For the scars of the past wounds in my skin Tears crosses my face while their last howls crosses the lands Sun and the moon will cry your loss but Now it´s the time for us to returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
