The wind blows in the cold nights of Winter While the snow falls in distant forest suspended in time Sacred trees grow up high, where spirits of the damned fauna Pale full moon that spread your light leading children of the shadows Those who were banished to the darkness of the night With the arrival of the foreign cross Bajo un circulo de sagradas piedras, el hombre anciano pronuncia el nombre de la bestia Las almas de los guerreros dandoles fiereza en la batalla Espiritu de la gran sombra gris, que hiciste del bosque tu bastion, y de la montana tu reino Runes decorate our swords and shields, as in days gone by Your spirit will live in our heart, and your eyes will be our eyes In a night of revenge Where blood will be drunk in forbidden rituals The snow falls tonight in December over our faces While the full moon leads the Iberian Werewolf Warriors' souls