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n the snow our brethren appear to woods.

And through the storm, hear the howls of Fenris broods.

Under moon our voices prevail on these lands,

and in the night the pack is departing to the hunt.

Now we roar and snatch our victims by their necks.

Blinded by fear dead with terror, they’re fleeing before becoming next.

We’re now returning with the blood on our furs, and joyful we’re playing on the sunset.

We gather and how to the moon, and brothers will join us very soon.

Our packs will stand forever and forever we will hunt

we gather late at nights and worship moon with ancient chants.

My ancestors walked among these trees, my fathers tracked their preys

and on this never melting snow they assembled all and prayed

to the spirits of our elders that support us from above

and thousand years my family into the battle drove.

Now, listen to the barkings of pups that soon will grow.

Another wolf is snarling, he’s snarling in the snow!!!

…we mustered round the embers… and telling tales of old

Our packs will stand forever and forever we will hunt

we gather late at nights and worship moon with ancient chants.

My ancestors walked among these trees, my fathers tracked their preys

and on this never melting snow they assembled all and prayed

to the spirits of our elders that support us from above

and thousand years my family into the battle drove.

Now, listen to the barkings of pups that soon will grow.

Another wolf is snarling, he’s snarling in the snow!!!

We stood up on together and joined our chilling cries

into the battle fell with flaming spirits hearts like ice.

Our eyes are fixed in victims, our minds set on the prowl.

We let know those lands are ours by giving frightening howls.

Invaders from the south, ugly intruders came,

we wolves united ‘gainst them, but wolves are now to blame.

They forced us all to cease to breath and drove us out of here,

but soon we will return, and they will flee in fear!

We mustered round the embers, and telling tales of old

our ancestors remembered, who dwelt in lusty cold.

We vowed under Polaris to claim our places back,

and under Fenrir’s guidance, decided to attack!

Spirits of our elders support us from up high.

We fought to conquer freedom below the Northern sky

Your fate was written baleful, on it’s nastiest form.

Another wolf is snarling… through the snow