...On The Way Of The Hunting Moon

Hear the cries of the wolves In the moon of the woods, On the marble mounts They answer my call Feel the cold from the North It comes with the winds, Hear the howling horns, Hear the clash of the steel As the lightning, comes from the sky, As the chu

Oh, towers of the shining walls, Oh, ancients of the skies Shattered shields on the ground, Warriors, hear the battlecry Many are died on the Bloodstained altars of hungry gods Thy wisdom has lost, The golden helmet has fallen To the dust... Cold win