Desolation: White Wolf

Flight of the ravens, scent of the snow
I wish, my brother I could bring to you
You never spoke great words of peace
You were the thing in your silent kindness
For all those who would hurt you: I wish I could have taken this blow for you
For all those who hurt you: I wish it had been my blood instead of you
Now must I leave you here in this bitter silent desolation?
Into this world of the hollow winds, into this gray (and) leafless winter day
Craving for the blood that shed yours, we leave you, abandon you
Sweet brother, sleep in this land of mist and snow
As if never there — the heat of battle and the agony of our loss
Gray skies, hollow winds, wet snow covers our struggles, triumphs — gentle,
pitiless
Let the tide turn, let oceans shift
Wolf-mother, rise avenge my love
Let the new era of vengeance begin
My angel is fallen, my kindness is lost:
I tell you, the age of love is over
I tell, your crime shall find you:
I tell you — White Wolf shall drink your blood on the grave of her love