This is the fire!
The pale moon casts its evil eye
Over the man in the forest
He calls wolves with the soundless bagpipe
Utters the magic words of summoning
And when the snowstorm starts its icy dance
Wolves come - red burns their eyes
Hungerful howlings fills the night sky
In the depth of the forest
There live people far from the others
They live by the elders` custom and worship pagan gods
Wolves guard them against the persecution of christians
As they deny the dogma of christ
People from the neighbouring villages
Call this place - the forest of werewolves
(they tell:)
Those who pass by the marsh of wolve
Never return
Howling
The snowstorm roars
Red blood paints the snow
Wolves gnaw the bones of man
Who dared to enter the realm of werevolwes
The pale moon casts its evil eye
Over the man in the forest
He calls wolves with the soundless bagpipe
Utters the magic words of summoning
And when the snowstorm starts its icy dance
Wolves come - red burns their eyes
Hungerful howlings fills the night sky
In the depth of the forest
There live people far from the others
They live by the elders` custom and worship pagan gods
Wolves guard them against the persecution of christians
As they deny the dogma of christ
People from the neighbouring villages
Call this place - the forest of werewolves
(they tell:)
Those who pass by the marsh of wolve
Never return
Howling
The snowstorm roars
Red blood paints the snow
Wolves gnaw the bones of man
Who dared to enter the realm of werevolwes