memories of the cold ages

White wolf cries

No one dies, eternal life.

The black clouds

And the strong winds can not touch the fire,

The fire that's been burning for years,

Years of hate and pa**ion


Eternal black sin

The years of disaster

Pleasure of the mighty ones

That will never end.

It will breath eternally

In the hearts of the chosen ones

That will remain immortal

These millenniums are just the beginning!

The beginning of pain and darkness

That will never shine from the rays of the sun

Wizards and witches

Keepers of the damned.

Tn the tears of the white wolf

The pain and the suffering of the old times

Rivers of blood of those who have died

Wounds remained open for years and years

The pleasure of the victory

Is the glory of the battle!

The mountain that had been the battlefield

Looked in silence and drank the blood.