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When the light baths the light for the last time |
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And the sunset turns everything red |
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The dust of the dusk draws a shape |
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Running down the hills again |
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Allied of the night and the moonlight |
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Your howls blow in the wind like horns of war |
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(You are) Proud of your kind and your name |
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Your blood of warrior still rages on and on |
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Before a thousand battles |
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Before ages and storms |
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The wisdom grows in your eyes |
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Brother, warrior, god |
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And they run down from the hills |
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and the fear blew in the wind |
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When the light faded and the hunting started once more |
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Lurking far below their land, |
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feed themselves and feed the pack |
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And defend the till the end of times |
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Fallen warrior's souls, since old, |
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legends tell they ride the endless skies |
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and then become wolves |
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Once in a struggle I fell |
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And my blood now is the same |
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Of the ones that devaour me |
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But your kind has suffered the genocide |
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Of mankind that tears everything apart |
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Whose life's only sense's devastation |
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In your language I will scream revenge |
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For the scars of the past wounds in my skin |
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Tears crosses my face |
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While their last howls crosses the lands |
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Sun and the moon will cry your loss but |
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Now it's the time for us to return |