Текст песни Masters Of Wilderness

Howling at the fullmoon In this intense midwinternight. Behold the masters of wilderness, Hearken to how they hold the woods in fright. See the silhouettes in the moon, On the mountaincrest they stand proud. Stormwinds and pouring rain Hardens the fur grey. Picking up the scent To hunt the fleeing prey. Masters of wilderness Masters of wilderness The mighty wolfpack hunts the land For flesh and satisfaction. Feasting on raw meat with bloody jaws, Tearing the prey open in total desperation.