When the trees become back, the time comes The red blaze appears in the sky holding the clouds of hatred. When the forest becomes black The time of transformation comes! Our souls evil and cruel, depraved they call: Oh, how much I'd like to fight! Oh, how much I'd to see the blood of my enemies on my father's ground. The vengeance will be done We can't go away now. Oh, my brother wolf is calling me in the blackness of the forest. Oh, the moon is crying, his silver tears falling on my me create the silver armour. Father moon's shined blinded my enemies When the trees become black, I am ready to fight!

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