When the days had grown shortest
And the leaves all died
When life became scarce
And all was covered in ice
There lived a pack of wolves
Against every odd
That grew hungry and tired
And needed to hunt
They'd sneak in to the towns
In the dead of the night
And seek fire for comfort
And warmth in the light
And though they weren't evil
And knew it was wrong
They couldn't escape
The lust for the blood
Quando os dias tornaram-se mais curtos
E todas as folhas morreram
Quando a vida se tornou escassa
E tudo estava coberto em gelo
Lá viveu uma matilha de lobos
Contra todas as chances
Se tornaram famintos e cansados
E precisaram caçar
Eles se esgueiraram nas cidades
Na calada da noite
Buscando fogo para conforto
E calor na luz
E apesar de não serem maus
E de saberem que era errado
Eles não puderam escapar
Do anseio por sangue
