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Black war clouds returns to the bloody sky

and white wolves run all over the snow in wild and forgotten forest

sons of steel and fire born in the era of fury and revenge

following the battle horns

A thousand flags arise in the time of the beginning and a flock of black crows

fly across the firmament drawing a rune in time

Like a thunder that breaks the peace our swords broke the helmets and flesh

of our enemies

Hate will do us strong in immortal battles of glory honour and bravelly

releasing the war axe times

under a dark sky full of black birds that comes searching for our souls

we born and died on each battle following the path of blood

Now I can see my eyes closed and my body on the snow

Today I die a warrior but I am reborn a new wolf in the white mountain bastion

"The west wind whisper between valleys and hills the clamour of bravely battles that

fuse with the sad howling of wolves

the fluttering of ravens, bring us rumours of ancient battles

Sons of steel and fire, born in the age of fury and revenge

only the time will remember our gest which will undecaying immortaly

with pround over the landscapes of our fatherland"