Over the mountains, across the white veil
By the frosty night and it's moon
A soothing scent of freshly cut wood
Fangs shining, jaws roaring
Eyes flashing, mist soaring
Seven silhouettes appeared
The wolves of Eearehn approaching near
In their eyes lies throbbing hate
And in their story, a wilted fate
Flickering with smoldering
Taciturn mien, they besieged her
Silver eyes and silver fangs
No fear she felt, no sign of stress
A big white wolf approached at her
Without a word it said
"Marble colored fire we dream
It burned our past and present too
From castles of crystal and turrets of quartz"
The archers of the white cross with arrows made of pearls
Like owners of the fire, razing our land
We have been straying the woods for almost 7 years
Wandering hearts in meandering paths
Caroline, help us bring the thunder to our land
Under the gloomy longing of our ailing souls
Crossing the dismal forest and the smothering
Darkness and fog in which they were embraced
The seven wolves and Caroline strode upon
Frosty damped hopes and yellow gorses
Blazing fire
Searing moon
So great yet tranquil is the nightfall in the woods
Seventeen days they walked among their wilted dreams
The sun dissolves and withers in these sour light
O white light
Blazing fire
Ephemeral smiles and permanent catastrophes
Caroline glimpsed a figure in the night
And the still infinite figure dwelling secretive
O white light
O dark night
Ghostly wails