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WOLVES STILL HOWL BY THE MOUNTAIN GATE

THE GODS DON’T SPEAK, BUT THEY WATCH OUR FATE.

WE DRINK TO THE BLOOD, TO THE WIND, TO THE FLAME,

TO THE ONES WHO FELL WITH NO NAME.

Raise your steel, raise your scars,

Call the thunder, call the stars.

For every soul the dark devoured,

For every king the weak once cowered,

For every grave carved in the stone—

Tonight we stand. We stand as one.

CHORUS:

So howl, brothers, howl—

Let the ashes know our vow.

We rise, we rage, we break,

No chains. No fear. No mistake.

Wolves still howl by the mountain gate—

And we are coming home.