Текст песни Old Wainds - О том, как лунный свет...

We are not people
In us, the spirit is not the same,
Here, the body creak
We are in pain
The soul aspires into the true body

I know the moonlight

I talked with the North Wind
He told me to go north
Collected parts of the cult
Remains of old rituals

Letters that terrify us
Souls frozen in stone

Again the wolf sun sets
Snow is trampled down again
Again the frost in the fog sparkles
Again the wool smells of secrecy
Again the game with death and blood
Running again with your own shadow
and the wolf howl
Not all the faces of death are still collected ...