The winter cold has killed my preys I stand alone in this stifling white hell My brothers silently are dead behind me I can only go towards my fate Moon, show me the way I feel smell of virgin blood and flesh My predator eyes see the golden calf A shiver runs through my clouded mind A single try between life and death Moon, show me the way Your children howl to you their prayer Claws rip the skin Fangs pierce the throat Red dirties the white rug Moans excite my being The nature is forced By the reason of its law Moon, show me the way Your children howl to you their prayer Moon show me the way Your children howl to you their prayer