Naer Mataron Lyrics

Album: Unknown

In Honor Of The Wolf

Hellas!

 Fire at Hesperus is burning

 And the blade cuts deep the flesh

 Where the fools command the land

 Fire at the land of Ira.

 

 Ancient Prophecy sees the light

 Demonic, Hellenic Pure cult

 The warrior who escaped from Hades,

 revenge in Darkness of Legends.

 

 The Wolf is Hungry at the depths

 With Blood in the eyes, he dances with lust

 The secrets of the Ancient dead

 Reborn again, in an infant's soul.

 

 In Honour of the Wolf

 

 The fate was again:unfair.

 The enemies cut of His hand.

 They promised to him the ancient secrets

 They even dared to change His name.

 

 But again, the name meant Wolf.

 The Wolf of Ionia, the sacred land.

 The cry of freedom always shouts

 And the unfaithful always haunts.

 

 Wolf of Ionia-Hellenic Blood

 Wolf of Ionia-Hellenic Soil