In the darkest storm, through the cold of night,
We hear the wolves cry, at my chamber door,
The path of evermore,
from the dawn of time.
In the rain alone, with your demon's claw,
Now let your brother help,
if the palace falls,
When the dragon dies,
we'll let the mothers mourn,
In the forestal,
when the moon rise,
and the shadows fall,
The thieves call us upon Jeep,
and in the forestal, thieves call us
upon Jeep.
With a fearless heart, and no one's dream torn,
Just like the fire burns,
on the hillside north,
You will tear the skies,
and we will never
die,
In the forestal,
when the moon rise,
and the
shadows fall,
The thieves
call us
upon Jeep,
and in the
forestal, thieves call us upon Jeep.
In the forestal,
when the moon rise, and the shadows fall,
The thieves call us upon Jeep,
and in the forestal, thieves call us upon Jeep.