Letra da Música Keltiberian Werewolf Warriors de Nazgul

The wind blows on the cold winter nights as snow falls
In distant forests where time stands still
High grow the sacred trees
Where the spirits of the damned fauna dwell
Pale the full moon spreads her light
Leading the children of the shadows
Those who were banished to the darkness of the night
With the arrival of the stranger's cross

Under a circle of sacred stones
The elder spokes the name of the beast
That in arcane ages guided and possessed the warriors souls
Making them fierce on battle
Spirit of the great grey shadow
Who made of the forest your keep
And of the mountain your kingdom
You were god for the pagans
And devil for the Christians
who under their churches' light celebrate your death
they, the children of the god-man

Now under the winter full moon of samhain
The pagans call upon thee
Runes are carved in our swords
and shields as before
Your spirit will live in our hearts,
your eyes will be our eyes
This is the night of revenge
When blood will be drank in forbidden rituals

Snow falls upon our faces on this November night
As the full moon guides the
souls of the Iberian Werewolf Warriors