The wolves are going to the sky
A burning cold is in their eyes
This time the note did not arrive
To trust in wonders
And every day, another goal
A mountain wall or mountainous wall
Waiting for the desperate guests
Are packs of strangers
The wind to your back is biting
Yet there is escaping
For someone's soul
They'll save, but it's not helping
The flesh you are feeling
Is already lost
They don't see dreams, they don't know speech
They have outgrown their family
And the soldier's hand, it seems
Is done with weapons
There's shame and glory in their blood
They've had enough of death and love
But for the packs of hungry wolves
It's not sufficient
The wind to your back is biting
Yet there is escaping
For someone's soul
They'll save, but it's not helping
The flesh you are feeling
Is already lost x2
The wolves are going...
The wolves are going...
The wolves are going...