Перевод песни Miracle Of Sound - Wake the White Wolf (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt)

Torches of war under hatred’s sails,
A whisper of doom on a wary breeze.
Scorching the shores in a blazing trail
Cinder and fume foul the air we breathe.

Blood of fallen kings,
Blades of chaos ring,
Steel and silver sing
For justice!

Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse,
A means to an end this path that I choose.
Lost and aloof are the loves of my past
Wake the White Wolf!
Remembrance at last…

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war,
The end of the age is-a coming now.

Sign of flame will sting,
Punishment I bring,
Steel and silver sing
For justice!

Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse,
A means to an end this path that I choose.
Lost and aloof are the loves of my past
Wake the White Wolf!
Remembrance at last…

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war,
The end of the age is-a coming now.

Ravaging the rivers scorching the shores!
Fires in the night the torches of war!

WAKE THE WOLF!
WAKE THE WHITE WOLF!

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war,
The end of the age is-a coming now…