I am the grey conqueror, he who's come by cold and storm
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The grey wolf called by the full moon, and the snarling beast hidden in the cold mist
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Brother Tree and Sister Stone
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Hear my call! Brother Thunder and Sister Night
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Announce my coming!
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May it's reflection be seen in the eye of the owl, and be amplified by the wolf's cry
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I'm the inborn hunting and the battle's fury
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The strangled breath of the escape and the vane hope of a refuge
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I'm the agony of the preyer and the red blood on the sword
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The creature suffocated gasp and the last plea before the void
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May glory walk beside me and death in the grey cloak follow
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May red poems of blood be traced by the cold steel in the pages of time
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I lift this immortal song, in memory of our fathers and in honour to our gods!
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May the past return to live in the shadow of the moutains
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In the darkness of the woods, and in the light of the plaines
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In the depth of the lakes, and at the heights of the glaciers
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In the grey humid mist, and in the hot mesmerizing sun
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Do not betray your fathers, and don't deny your instincts
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For we are the wolves for whom the preyer awaits
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Just like the old grey wolf, beneath the pale kiss of the moon
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We shout our war cry to the freezing sky we become death!
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So that nothing is betrayed
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Beneath this pale moon, I engrave my body is eternal signature of the corruptible flesh
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May night swallow day and the moon be tainted red!
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May the grey wolf return howling in the cold icy storm
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For nothing will ever be forgotten!
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May the spirits of my forefathers resurrect once more
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To erase the affronts inflicted to my land
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Immortal Chant
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| Opera Ix |
