Buried by Ages They eternally wander about Their Forest Cursed forever To haunt on the Winds In Abyss of Time Without the place to rest… Ravens and Wolves Are Their minions Shadows In Their souls They bear inside A Wolf-Headed God Unseen Warriors Of the Night They bark at the Moon with the Wolves They travel through the Sky Under the Stars Guided by Flitter Mice They Hate the Life They Scorn the Light Mortals suffer from Their Wrath Endless Damnation Has fallen upon these Dwellers of Night They are doomed To Undead Existence Fury of the Storms Pain of Loneliness Burn inside Their souls Crawl through Their minds Evil in Their hearts Darkness in Their eyes Full Moon shows Their Path Among the frozen trees From the fouled ground They howl to the Sky in Hunger Which devours Their Minds and souls They are the Spectral Wolves Of the Kingdom of Frozen Wastes And the Snow turns red When They hunt the sheepmen They denied the laws of Light They are the Doom of mortal ones Eternity is Their Temple They were born by the First Chaos They are Dwellers of the Cursed Forest We are Them… Buried by Ages, We forever shall wander about Our Forest We are Cursed To haunt on the Storms In the Chasm of Time We have no place to rest Ravens and Wolves, They are Our servants Shadows Dance through Our Souls We bear inside Wolf-Headed God…