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Once a man was strong

Once he was a wolf

Not a pray of his dreams

Not a sheep to follow the lead

Now the Wind changes way

And the cold winds blow

For the snow shall fall

Let us hear the barbaric horde

Riding on the winds of night

For victory we shall reach

The ancient evil chant

To bury our enemies

In a cold white snow

Gather round in a circle

To dance in the light of the moon

Around the black flame

In the forgotten forest

The ancient ritual

To sacrifice our blood