Stonehenge [Russia] - Wolverian Pride

Like blowing winds in the endless space They run under bright silver light The ancient warriors which don’t know disgrace From glorious forests and nights They howl to the sky. Impertinent and skillful friend Of dense woods and crystal lakes The ancient dwellers of motherland Prairies’ most notable hunters. In the rain and angry storm They run under sparkling moonlight To kill and to live To fight or to die! Eternal call of the father’s might Great sons of the wolfen pride Instinct prevail in their fight To kill all or to die. Wolverian pride Which leads us to the battle time. They Believe in their own forces in the battle time Fight to the last drop of blood in the battle time Only claws and fangs are our arms in the battle time Silent woods awakened by our howl. Like ghosts in the deepest darkness You hear the sounds of the fallen leaves You see the lightning which sparks in the night It shows us our way through the trees. Honest laws of forestry world Leader in pack dictate his will The weak ones always die in coldness To kill or to be killed In the rains and under dark clouds Your breath flows out of your mouth To kill that to live To fight or to die!