The wolves are leaving in to the sky
With cold burning eyes
Decree to believe in miracles
Didn't arrived.
And every day another target
Its mountains cliffs or mountains of cliffs
And waiting for the reckless guests
Unfriendly pack
It's back to the wind and yet
It can escape
Someone's soul
It won't help, but it will save
I feel it with my skin
It's gone
Forgot the words, no dreams, of course
They've outgrown their fathers
It seems, the fighters hand
To stab were tired.
Shame and glory in their blood
They have enough of death and love
But no matter how long you feed the wolf
It won't be enough
It's back to the wind and yet
It can escape
Someone's soul
It won't help, but it will save
I feel it with my skin
It's gone
Wolves are leaving...
Wolves are leaving...
Wolves are leaving...