The wind blows in the cold nights of Winter
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While the snow falls in distant forest suspended in time
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Sacred trees grow up high, where spirits of the damned fauna
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Pale full moon that spread your light leading children of the shadows
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Those who were banished to the darkness of the night
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With the arrival of the foreign cross
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Bajo un circulo de sagradas piedras, el hombre anciano pronuncia el nombre de la bestia
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Las almas de los guerreros dandoles fiereza en la batalla
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Espiritu de la gran sombra gris, que hiciste del bosque tu bastion, y de la montana tu reino
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Runes decorate our swords and shields, as in days gone by
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Your spirit will live in our heart, and your eyes will be our eyes
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In a night of revenge
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Where blood will be drunk in forbidden rituals
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The snow falls tonight in December over our faces
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While the full moon leads the Iberian Werewolf Warriors' souls
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Iberian Werewolf Warriors
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| Cryfemal |
