The Last European Wolves

When the light baths the light for the last time

And the sunset turns everything red

The dust of the dusk draws a shape

Running down the hills again

Allied of the night and the moonlight

Your howls blow in the wind like horns of war

(You are) Proud of your kind and your name

Your blood of warrior still rages on and on

Before a thousand battles

Before ages and storms

The wisdom grows in your eyes

Brother, warrior, god!

And they run down from the hills and the fear blew in the wind

When the light faded and the hunting started once more

Lurking far below their land, feed themselves and feed the pack

And defend the till the end...Of times

Fallen warrior´s souls, since old, legends tell they ride the endless skies and then become wolves

Once in a struggle i fell and my blood now is the same...of the ones that devaour me

But your kind has suffered the genocide

Of mankind that tears everything apart

Whose life´s only sense´s devastation

In your language i will scream revenge

For the scars of the past wounds in my skin

Tears crosses my face while their last howls crosses the lands

Sun and the moon will cry your loss but

Now it´s the time for us to return