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In the mist of the mountain

Lies a stronghold so fierce

Behind the walls of the castle

Reign the men with no fears

Where young wolves are trained

To set out on the path

Hunting the beasts so foul

That ravage the lands

Don’t stand in his way else you’ll die by the hand of the blade

With his silver and steel, the white wolf watch over the lands

Don't stand the way of his silvery blade when he prowls through the night now to slay all the monsters by right

The white wolf is hunting

He is watching his prey

With a silver sword in his hand

He follows the ways of his order

Through the war torn lands he ride

On to find his law of surprise

Hunted by spectres and soldiers

And tailed by the shadow of death