As the winter sun stands high, it's freezing cold and the air is dry The sky is crystal clear, but beneath the trees they wait
(The) sun reflects in the cold white, The daylight short, at night stars shine bright Life slowed down under winters grace, but beneath the trees they wait
The hunter's moon in sight, the face of death in nature's pride We Run With The Wolves tonight!
We hunt like demons through the night A vicious primal fear, that's anchored in your mind We hunt like demons through the night the flesh made wilderness to your mind
As the winter moon stands high, and the wolves cry out for a hunt tonight The scent of death reveals its face, as beneath the trees they chase
Sparkling eyes that rule the night Warm Blood stains pierce the snow and ice Merciless, they kill with pace, which no one would await
So stare into the feral eyes of death, as mother nature's craving for your head
The hunter's moon in sight, the face of death in nature's pride We Run With The Wolves tonight!
We hunt like demons through the night A vicious primal fear, that's anchored in your mind We hunt like demons through the night the flesh made wilderness to your mind
The hunter's moon in sight, the face of death in nature's pride We Run With The Wolves tonight!
We hunt like demons through the night A vicious primal fear, that's anchored in your mind We hunt like demons through the night the flesh made wilderness to your mind
We hunt like demons through the night A vicious primal fear, that's anchored in your mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
