Lord of the North - The Wolves of Northern Blizzard

In the winter's deadly embrace
Blizzards' winds forever reigns
A frozen desert the world has become
Burying high hopes in ice-cold grave

Dressed in white is the queen of doom
A freezing kiss of withering gloom
Thanatos' eyes glow bright as the moon
As the era of lion will fade away soon
And will never, never again will bloom!

Sons of the northern storm
Arise fearless against the horror
Shaped by the essence of Saturn
Unbreakable we stand as one

No crown of grace will shine
Between the wolves and a throne divine
At the edge of life and death
The darkness within you will only find

We reject the weakness
We scorn the submission
Obedient to none
We will prevail again!

Mother...
Hear the wolves' call
Mother north
Our hearts belong to these lands
Mother!