Warriors blood on spears And their mothers cry Waiting for the message The ravens speak their names They have not forgotten the faces The blood of those virgins on their spears Beheaded like gazelles by wolves The torment of a thousand and one virgins In the wolf's mouth Ravens and wolves dance Virgins cook dinner Warriors eat the carcasses of their enemies The song of the forest dwells around, murmurs and anguish, overlapping the air The hunt will begin