Wizard - Lonely Wolfe Lyrics
Lonely wolfes are howling to the moon.A shining fire burns in the night and a man preparesHis horse for war. Betrayed by his friends, banned by his tribeThey tortured him to die but his rage will come to them.His mind is fullfilled with hate, his sword is like a silverlight.Death and pain to those who had betrayed him. With a final prayerTo his gods he rides to his last battle to find his fate namedRevenge to his tribe.Death is his aim, rage is his life, his black blood streamsThrough fired veins. In a black night he came like a demon toHis tribe, killed those who had banned him to the desert.Ripping flesh and bones, drinking enemies blood, screamingsIn the air, but he is laughing.