اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Hear the cries of the wolves
In the moon of the woods,
On the marble mounts
They answer my call
Feel the cold from the North
It comes with the winds,
Hear the howling horns,
Hear the clash of the steel
As the lightning, comes from the sky,
As the churches are eated by flames
I feel the Evil deep in my heart
I feel the endless hate
Rise, oh forest,
You, and your sons
A thousand blades of steel
Steel, a sparkling brand
Hear the cry of the moon
It comes with the winds
The howling wolves
The clash of the steel
Northwind, it howls
Northwind I ride...
