Black war clouds returns to the bloody sky
and white wolves run all over the snow in wild and forgotten forest
sons of steel and fire born in the era of fury and revenge
following the battle horns
A thousand flags arise in the time of the beginning and a flock of black crows
fly across the firmament drawing a rune in time
Like a thunder that breaks the peace our swords broke the helmets and flesh
of our enemies
Hate will do us strong in immortal battles of glory honour and bravelly
releasing the war axe times
under a dark sky full of black birds that comes searching for our souls
we born and died on each battle following the path of blood
Now I can see my eyes closed and my body on the snow
Today I die a warrior but I am reborn a new wolf in the white mountain bastion
"The west wind whisper between valleys and hills the clamour of bravely battles that
fuse with the sad howling of wolves
the fluttering of ravens, bring us rumours of ancient battles
Sons of steel and fire, born in the age of fury and revenge
only the time will remember our gest which will undecaying immortaly
with pround over the landscapes of our fatherland"
