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The wind blows on the cold winter nights as snow falls

In distant forests where time stands still

High grow the sacred trees

Where the spirits of the damned fauna dwell

Pale the full moon spreads her light

Leading the children of the shadows

Those who were banished to the darkness of the night

With the arrival of the stranger's cross

Under a circle of sacred stones

The elder spokes the name of the beast

That in arcane ages guided and possessed the warriors souls

Making them fierce on battle

Spirit of the great grey shadow

Who made of the forest your keep

And of the mountain your kingdom

You were god for the pagans

And devil for the Christians

who under their churches' light celebrate your death

they, the children of the god-man

Now under the winter full moon of samhain

The pagans call upon thee

Runes are carved in our swords

and shields as before

Your spirit will live in our hearts,

your eyes will be our eyes

This is the night of revenge

When blood will be drank in forbidden rituals

Snow falls upon our faces on this November night

As the full moon guides the

souls of the Iberian Werewolf Warriors