When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog I saw my grey brother
wolf
drinking my blood My body lay on the snow, disabled, mortally wounded
I, the last of the mountain's clan Pursued and wounded by enemies,
Passed away in this place
I'm still hearing the horn sounding far away, Herds of ravens are
following
there But I can't get there anymoreI am so far from my burnt home
I see the snow falling on my face,
But I am not able to throw it down
I see my eyes closed
And mouths congealed in pain,
They will never say anything anymore
Winds bring the black clouds
Soon the thick snow will fall
Wind! Hide my dead body!
I hear my persecutors are coming
I will regenerate In the shape of wolf with black bristle
I will draw my fangs In the river of enemies' blood!
Lyrics by: Darken '96