Dark clouds gather in the south, the Earth trembles with fear Rain comes winds are strong the storm will be grave Trees are crushed under sky mountains
Greywolf roams the forest Alone he searches for his pack Through the darkness he shall wander Through summer heat and winter famine Lonely Greywolf
Before dawn broke the horizon we set out upon the sea The salty breeze stung our senses, the sun rose red in the east Take head the omen The sea was
High on the mountain, the root of wind and storm Lives great Pamola, moose headed bird of thunder Those who approach, shall be dispatched from this earth
Wassan-mon-ganeehla-ak creators of the northern lights Asban the wolverine Beings of the ancient age The ancient age When humans were animals Kchi
Winter has thrust itself upon us Skies are grey and filled with hate The forest is a barren wasteland Life has been driven from this place Snow and ice
Every night we give chase And hunt the great northern bear Half the year we search in vain For Kchi Awasos As summer passes the hunt persists We hunt
Midday black as night Ash rains from the sky Darkness grips the land it s harder to breathe This day of judgment keeps the settlers besieged Into the
: katahdn. the eerie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines. in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite
