Cryfemal Iberian Werewolf Warriors
The wind blows in the cold nights of Winter
While the snow falls in distant forest suspended in time
Sacred trees grow up high, where spirits of the damned fauna
Pale full moon that spread your light leading children of the shadows
Those who were banished to the darkness of the night
With the arrival of the foreign cross
Bajo un circulo de sagradas piedras, el hombre anciano pronuncia el nombre de la bestia
las almas de los guerreros dandoles fiereza en la batalla
Espiritu de la gran sombra gris, que hiciste del bosque tu bastion, y de la montana tu reino
Runes decorate our swords and shields, as in days gone by
Your spirit will live in our heart, and your eyes will be our eyes
In a night of revenge
Where blood will be drunk in forbidden rituals
The snow falls tonight in December over our faces
While the full moon leads the Iberian Werewolf Warriors' souls
