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Lonely wolfes are howling to the moon.
A shining fire burns in the night and a man prepares
His horse for war. Betrayed by his friends, banned by his tribe
They 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 prayer
To his gods he rides to his last battle to find his fate named
Revenge to his tribe.
Death is his aim, rage is his life, his black blood streams
Through fired veins. In a black night he came like a demon to
His tribe, killed those who had banned him to the desert.
Ripping flesh and bones, drinking enemies blood, screamings
In the air, but he is laughing.
- Album:
- Steady Stackin
- Winter Tan
- Trill Pill
- Trail of Death
- Chill Pill 3
- Thor
- Head of the Deceiver
- Battle of Metal
- Son of Darkness
- Odin
- Miscellaneous
- Head of the Deceiver (Remastered)
- Magic Circle (Remastered)
- Odin (Remastered)
- Bound by Metal (Remastered)
- Goochan
- Taste of Wizard
- Songs for When You Are Pissed Off: Heavy Metal, Death...
- Bound by Metal
- Rock Hard: Dynamit, Volume 36