We are not human beings We possess not human spirit Convulsions We are in constant pain And soul is longing for the real body I know the moonlight I've talked to the Northern wind Wind ordered me to go North, Gathered the parts of the kult, Remains of the bygone rituals Writing that inspire with awe Souls stiffened in stones Again wolf sun is going down Again feet leave tread in the snow Again riwe glitters in the snow Again bair (wolfskin) smells of taiga Again games with death and blood Again races with my own shadow And wolf's howl Not all are gathered adges of death...