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the blood is in wolf footprintthe hunter has won his hungerhis howling is heard in the nightamong the mist and the moonlightthe sound of the huge trembitais echoed away from the carpathianswe announce the funeralsto the still alive worldcoming from the boreal landwe won many nationswe are everywhere, we are thechildren of silvernow we are trumping to have the last victorythe cries of ravensthe howling of wolveswe are the keepers of the firewhich will burn down the heavensthe trumpets are singingand with the rhythm of the drumswe are stepping down on this worldit was sold to the sly nationit will die together with themonly the ravens flying in the skycan see all of usthey are the only ones to see our armyour fighting spirit and faces of hatredin the ancient land of orianawe will gather together againand our power has multiplied into thousandwe are ready to fight against judeo christianity!we have the silver moon power in our handswe have the rage of millions of fire in our eyeswe have the demons' hatred in our heartswe have the pain of our ancientfathers in our souls
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