Wake the White Wolf - Miracle Of Sound

Torches of war under hatred's sails

A whisper of doom on a wary breeze

Scorching the shores in a blazing trail

Cinder and fume foul the air we breathe

Blood of fallen kings

Blades of chaos ring

Steel and silver sing

For justice

Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse

A means to an end this path that I choose

Lost and aloof are the loves of my past

Wake the White Wolf!

Remembrance at last

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war

The end of the age is-a coming now

Sign of flame will sting

Punishment I bring

Steel and silver sing

For justice

Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse

A means to an end this path that I choose

Lost and aloof are the loves of my past

Wake the White Wolf!

Remembrance at last

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war

The end of the age is-a coming now

Ravaging the rivers scorching the shores

Fires in the night the torches of war

WAKE THE WOLF

WAKE THE WHITE WOLF

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war

The end of the age is-a coming now