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I have been given birth under the dark sky,

Lightened by blood of the Moon.

The teacher is the black night

And I know the infernal truth...

The wolf race lasts for centuries, but mankind's not forever

Their time expires, dread is their behavior.

My skin will cover from cold

Uniform our song will be carried by

Howling of a thousand wolves

Above the world which is close to demise

The time has come for the God of a thousand wolves

Dressed in their skins, the pack will not lose

Hunting is the beginning

The feast is a game

The authority is my throne

My eternity is a flame,

Which burns in the eyes of a thousand wolves,

Sparkles on their sharp teeth, ready to cut through the night;

Which is visible on fur of the pack, movable by the Moon;

Which blackens white snow by blood of dead victims

Surrounded with our army of wolves drunk from madness