The gods blessed us before the journey
Throght mouth of eldery priest.
Banised to learn the taste of fight
In the woods
The the wolf's hide
To return worhly defending their land.
Amid the trees
Fear abandons me.
In the moonlight eyes of my brothers,
More and more cruel,
Wild glances
As law of forefathers says:
"Be a wolf to be a warrior."
I spread my arms.
Howling I rise my head
Towards the glare of Chors.
This glare penetrates into me.
Clothes do not bond the body anymore,
The wind caresses my skin, I am naked,
Ready for ecstasy
Like vipers bodies of my brothers writhe
Pushed to dane by drum beats.
Soothing taste of magical drink
Will let me know the gift of mankind.
Thousand yells of the ones who
Left - Ritual Death
Am I everywhere in this forest?
Are wind and trees inside me?
The youth - The cruelty gives me power.
I run wild to feel sweetness
Of victims' fear before the dawn.
So little for ultimate fulfillment:
Fresh flesh torn with teeth.