Idioma Origen:
The wolves carries my name
In their midnight speeches
And that quiet subtle voice
Is summoning me from afar
And a voice much closer
Screams to me with unholy impatience
And the weight of your soul
Will decide it´s final resting place
As light is our darkness
we seek the day
But when the shade of the night comes
It chases my strength away
I´ve seen unknown lands
No map has ever charted
And I lived in the deserts
And the wastelands
And I have spoken with the demons
And the souls of the slaughtered
And the weight of your soul
Will decide it´s final resting place
As the light is our darkness...
Idioma Destino:
The wolves carries my name
In their midnight speeches
And that quiet subtle voice
Is summoning me from afar
And a voice much closer
Screams to me with unholy impatience
And the weight of your soul
Will decide it´s final resting place
As light is our darkness
we seek the day
But when the shade of the night comes
It chases my strength away
I´ve seen unknown lands
No map has ever charted
And I lived in the deserts
And the wastelands
And I have spoken with the demons
And the souls of the slaughtered
And the weight of your soul
Will decide it´s final resting place
As the light is our darkness...