Wizard - Lonely Wolfe lyrics

Lonely wolfes are howling to the moon
A shining fire burns in the
Night and a man prepares
His horse for war betrayed by his friends
Banned by his tribe
They tortured him to die but his
Rage will come to them
His mind is fullfilled with hate
His sword is like a silverlight
Death and pain to those who had
Betrayed him with a final prayer
To his gods he rides to his last
Battle to find his fate named
Revenge to his tribe
Death is his aim, rage is his life
His black blood streams
Through fired veins in a black night
He came like a demon to his tribe
Killed those who had banned him to the desert
Ripping flesh and bones
Drinking enemies blood, screamings
In the air, but he is laughing