MORKE - The Den Of Wolves Тексты

On this cold
Winter's night
The wolves cry to the moon

In the darkness
Chilled by frost
Stalking their prey

Frozen landscapes
Silent still
Ghostly fog
Retells the past

Gravestone reveries
The dead lay still
As the wolves take the night

Through ice and snow
The wolves retreat

Nature overtakes them
Returning
To the den of wolves