From the snowcovered mountains
the iberian wolves intone war hatefull howling
under a silvered fullmoon

following the way of blood with sharp axes
we walk through the old forest dark and endless
here lived our pagan spirits from the beginning times
and now a cross rules in this place

But in the mountains confines rises the wolfthrone again
with eyes full of vengeance and pride
baptized with iron and fire

when the moon returns to the forest and the eagle flies under a thousand dark war clouds
The winds of rage blow around all these lands
bastion and home of the braves

in the abyss of time reborn is the soul of ancient
barbarian warriors who died with honour defending this land
Thundering sound of swords against shields
and screams of fury are whispering by all this landscapes

From the snowcovered mountains the iberian wolves fight