Eerily howling winds Hear the wolves cry Cries of hunger Cries of hate
The ruler in the forest Below the red moon Hiding in shadows Under the golden forest crown
Eerily howling winds
In the deepest darkwoods of Norway They´re nowhere to be found The ancient wolf spirit gathered and howled We are the true pagans, we shall always be From our day forward to eternity
Forward in the forest The old man laughed and grinned Bringing forth agony The red full moon This is my ode to thee Ancient ruler of my land
Eerily howling winds Hear the wolves cry Cries of hunger Cries of hate In the old norwegian moon I will see their red eyes And I shall greet them And listen to their beauty songs