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Below in the fountain of life lies the purest blood

Which the wolves have carried through time.

Death has breed, nothing has been left,

Even where life once lied, no whispers remain.

Behold the end of a foolish creed,

Flames will purify the earth.

Behold the end of an age,

Ashes will give ours rebirth.

Where winds unveil the secrets in which the truth lies,

Where will and pride is the instinct of man,

In the cold earth slept the Noble Spirits,

Buried but not forgotten.

Behold the end of a foolish creed,

Flames will purify the earth.

Behold the end of an age,

Ashes will give ours rebirth.

Dusk has woven again the pale face of the forest

Where lies our majesty.

Where once was life nothing remains.

...Where death breeds the cold.

Winds brought a breeze with the howling of wolves,

Where the ancient moon way up high

Gaze into the realm with eyes like shards of ice...

In this tempest breathes our ancestral pride

Within our thoughts and our deeds,

In the cold earth slept the ones that carried

The flame through time...

As the glorious sign of our master...

Darkness...