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From the snowcovered mountains

the iberian wolves intone war hatefull howling

under a silvered fullmoon

following the way of blood with sharp axes

we walk through the old forest dark and endless

here lived our pagan spirits from the beginning times

and now a cross rules in this place

But in the mountains confines rises the wolfthrone again

with eyes full of vengeance and pride

baptized with iron and fire

when the moon returns to the forest and the eagle flies under a thousand dark war clouds

The winds of rage blow around all these lands

bastion and home of the braves

in the abyss of time reborn is the soul of ancient

barbarian warriors who died with honour defending this land

Thundering sound of swords against shields

and screams of fury are whispering by all this landscapes

From the snowcovered mountains the iberian wolves fight