Wolves Gathering for the Hunt

The north wind blows cold today
Through these vast mountains, my home
Undisturbed, the old dark woods chant
Wolves are gathering for the hunt
Go now and feed, brothers and sisters
Feast on those who tried to erase you
Leave no one alive to tell the story
No mercy for the plague that they are
There's a joy in the end of the line
The end of the world, their world
Let ours prevail, untouched and proud
Rejoice, oh world of the ancient



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Writer(s): Impius M.
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