...On The Way Of The Hunting Moon کے بول

When the night has fallen down, Frosty wind howls in the forests, A black raven cries painful On the way of the hunting moon... The warriors of forgotten realms Coming from North to kill again, The light of the blazing torches Shows the way to them... Feel the unrestrained wrath, The maddening hate, Oh, spirit of war, March on... The death walks behind them, Swords held high to the mournful sky, Painting red the untrodden snow, On the way of the hunting moon... I smell the steaming blood, On the way of the hunting moon...