And The Horn Was Sounding Far Away lyrics

When my spirit was roaming among the winter`s fog
I saw my grey brother wolf drinking my blood.
My body lay on the snow, disabled, mortally wounted.
I, the last of the mountain`s clan,
Pursued and wounded by enemies,
Passed away in this place.

I`m still hearing the horn sounding far away,
Herds of ravens are following there.
But I can`t get there anymore...
I am so far from my burnt home.

I see the snow falling on my face,
But I am not able to throw it down.
I see my eyes closed
And mouths concealed in pain,
They will never say anything more...

Winds bring the black clouds...
Soon the thick snow will fall.
Wind ! Hide my dead body !
I hear my persecutors are coming...

I will regenerate
In the shape of wolf with black bristle.
I will draw my fangs
In the river of enemies` blood
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