Из альбома: Elexorien
We march!
For tonight we hail amongst the ranks of our scar-ridden, battle-tested pack, a great hunter
A comrade A soul mate A brother we knew that always failed
Our pack is completed, our blood flows thick, so full of power
Stronger than ever, We ride into the fray
Running with the Wolves of War
Never fear pain nor death
We are pack! We are as one
Reddening our fangs and claws
Sinking our teeth deep into the flesh
A silent oath
As we are one, so we shall roam
Bound, yet not shackled by our blood
True natures gift, this bond alone
Shall always last, our foes will not survive
We march!
Brothers and sisters, take heart
For battle draws nigh
Prepare for frenzied slaughter
And rush into the fight
Our enemies fall in vast numbers
Blood spewing forth from severed limbs
Our hordes shall remain unconquered
Forever crowned the Forest Kings
We march!
For tonight we shall prevail in savage battle once more, and lay ourselves to rest beside our enemies' ravaged flesh
Our victory shall be heard and feared throughout these vast lands that are ours
The world is in our hands, yet we care not
Tonight we march for the reign of these woods
We march!
We are the Wolves of War, haunting the woods as the guardians of old
Woodland spirits awaken to our call
Thus it has always been Thus have we walked Thus it shall ever be
Thus shall we fall when the new pack arises and answers our call
The Call of the Wolf - The Wolves of War