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In the days of yore The royal hunt was on Loud bayed the hounds As Gediminas set forth In the holy woods Of old Sventaragis He laid down to rest Beneath an ancinet oak And dreamt as only dream The men who would be kings! He saw the iron wolf Ride monstrous on the hill He heard the iron wolf Howl like hundreds of it's kin! Tearing from the veils of sleep His heart was a wild drumbeat He sought the counsel of the gods Through Lizdeika's wise words: "What is destined for thee, let it be! Great Duke, unite thy people and be king!" Fear not the iron wolf He shall be thy fort! And in him shall dwell All the rulers of thy line And the glory of their deeds Shall resound like wolf-song Thoughout the ancient world! From Letras Mania