Besedila:
Wolf Children Of The Black Flame

to you This is the end of the road The black flame calls out to you Into the fire and flames you go Children of the fire Burning in the night Come inside

night away Safely tucked in bed not knowing of any threat But peaceful dreams faded to black and the warming fires died Grown men shivered in fear and sweat and children

Son at home he doesn't really know Fifty-four years seems so very old Throws the carnival's ad in the fire Flames grow higher Long after midnight, children

Son at home he doesn't really know Fifty-four years seems so very old Throws the carnival's ad in the fire Flames grow higher Long after midnight, children

my foot! [repeat verse] "as the wolves we take the lambs from the flock For I am every wolf of the winterforest I am the raven of black, Flying high

beneath my foot! [repeat verse] "as the wolves we take the lambs from the flock For I am every wolf of the winterforest I am the raven of black, Flying