Thousands of words, million justifications... To calm the excited ardor
The word of love has turned to a groan Being exhausted by grief and rattled by all forces
Flocks of wolf-cubs scattered on the world Forgotten the taste of mother's milk
They growl with a grin And fight torn for meters of freedom and blood of enemy
And you forget about that what happend And you only love me
I don't want my forces fall victim to the enemy
My prayer near by the precipice will wash off the bitter fault I would not ask you for anything if I were not in a captivity
A mad character, banter and lust... And hundred of reasons for going to war
An eye for an eye, death to death, fang for a claw... United by blood - But divided by harm
Many trifles are making force to be angry Blinding the eyes in front of a main trouble
Wet eyes of the forgotten she-wolf which had given them life when being young
And you forget about that what happend And you only love me
I don't want my forces fall victim to the enemy
My prayer near by the precipice will wash off the bitter fault I would not ask you for anything if I were not in a captivity
And you forget about that what happend And you only love me
I don't want my forces fall victim to the enemy
My prayer near by the precipice will wash off the bitter fault I would not ask you for anything if I were not in a captivity
