Lonely wolfes are howling to the moon.
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A shining fire burns in the night and a man prepares
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his horse for war. Betrayed by his friends, banned by his tribe
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they tortured him to die but his rage will come to them.
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His mind is fullfilled with hate, his sword is like a silverlight.
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Death and pain to those who had betrayed him. With a final prayer
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to his gods he rides to his last battle to find his fate named
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revenge to his tribe.
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Death is his aim, rage is his life, his black blood streams
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through fired veins. In a black night he came like a demon to
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his tribe, killed those who had banned him to the desert.
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Ripping flesh and bones, drinking enemies blood, screamings
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in the air, but he is laughing.
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Lonely Wolfes
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