| Lyrics: | When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog
I saw my grey brother wolf drinking my
blood.
My body lay on the snow, disabled, mortally wounted.
I, the last of the mountain's
clan,
Pursued and wounded by enemies,
Passed away in this place.
I'm still hearing
the horn sounding far away,
Herds of ravens are following there.
But I can't get there
anymore...
I am so far from my burnt home.
I see the snow falling on my face,
But
I am not able to throw it down.
I see my eyes closed
And mouths concealed in pain,
They
will never say anything more...
Winds bring the black clouds...
Soon the thick snow
will fall.
Wind ! Hide my dead body !
I hear my persecutors are coming...
I will
regenerate
In the shape of wolf with black bristle.
I will draw my fangs
In the river of
enemies' blood |
