When the trees become back, the time comes
The red blaze appears in the sky
Holding the clouds of hatred
When the forest becomes black
The time of transformation comes!
Our souls evil and cruel, depraved they call:
Oh, how much I'd like to fight!
Oh, how much I'd to see the blood of my enemies
On my father's ground
The vengeance will be done
We can't go away now
Oh, my brother wolf is calling me
In the blackness of the forest
Oh, the moon is crying,
His silver tears falling on my me
Create the silver armour
Father moon's shined blinded my enemies
When the trees become black,
I am ready to fight!