Lonely Wolfes
Lonely wolfes are howling to the moon.
A shining fire burns in the night and a man prepares
his horse for war. Betrayed by his friends, banned by his tribe
they tortured him to die but his rage will come to them.
His mind is fullfilled with hate, his sword is like a silverlight.
Death and pain to those who had betrayed him. With a final prayer
to his gods he rides to his last battle to find his fate named
revenge to his tribe.
Death is his aim, rage is his life, his black blood streams
through fired veins. In a black night he came like a demon to
his tribe, killed those who had banned him to the desert.
Ripping flesh and bones, drinking enemies blood, screamings
in the air, but he is laughing.
Lobos Solitarios
Lobos solitarios aúllan a la luna.
Un fuego brillante arde en la noche y un hombre prepara
su caballo para la guerra. Traicionado por sus amigos, desterrado por su tribu
lo torturaron para morir pero su furia vendrá hacia ellos.
Su mente está llena de odio, su espada es como una luz plateada.
Muerte y dolor para aquellos que lo traicionaron. Con una última plegaria
a sus dioses cabalga hacia su última batalla para encontrar su destino llamado
venganza hacia su tribu.
La muerte es su objetivo, la rabia es su vida, su sangre negra fluye
a través de venas encendidas. En una noche oscura llegó como un demonio a
su tribu, mató a aquellos que lo habían desterrado al desierto.
Desgarrando carne y huesos, bebiendo la sangre de sus enemigos, gritos
en el aire, pero él está riendo.