When the night has fallen down,
Frosty wind howls in the forests,
A black raven cries painful
On the way of the hunting moon...
The warriors of forgotten realms
Coming from North to k** again,
The light of the blazing torches
Shows the way to them...
Feel the unrestrained wrath,
The maddening hate,
Oh, spirit of war,
March on...
The d**h walks behind them,
Swords held high to the mournful sky,
Painting red the untrodden snow,
On the way of the hunting moon...
I smell the steaming blood,
On the way of the hunting moon...