The winter cold has killed my preys
I stand alone in this stifling white hell
My brothers silently are dead behind me
I can only go towards my fate
Moon, show me the way
I feel smell of virgin blood and flesh
My predator eyes see the golden calf
A shiver runs through my clouded mind
A single try between life and death
Moon, show me the way
Your children howl to you their prayer
Claws rip the skin
Fangs pierce the throat
Red dirties the white rug
Moans excite my being
The nature is forced
By the reason of its law
Moon, show me the way
Your children howl to you their prayer
Moon show me the way
Your children howl to you their prayer
