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Oh how glorious are these mountains

That shadow mighty trees

I heard their mournful cries

The glory disappears

And I, with all my being

Will fly with the winds

And mourn them eternally

Oh how lost are these wolves

Whose screams I hear loud and clear

They echoed in the mountain peaks

The glory disappears

And all that's left of me

Will run with the wolves

And dwell in forests eternally