Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon I died for this world I became the nightmare for living men I run through the Black woods Bloodlust leads me and I kill, kill and I die In the ecstasy of murderlust And then I escape possessed I hide myself in the shadows of trees I'm. afraid, I fear and I cry My face drip with blood I hate living men I'm. faithful only for the dead I remember wolves over my face Red eyes of my mother Her sharp fangs, and my first pain I was born in the night Evil wind was tearing the trees Spirits were hiding in the shadows And wolves brought me the first sacrifice I became the unpurest spirit I killed the living man I draw my fangs in his body And his spirit became mad Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon I hide myself in the shadows of trees I avoid the damned sun I follow the smell of blood Wolves come with the herds Their howling appoints the limits of life I am one of them In the herd I follow the moon Night helps us, we are unpunished Sons of Fenriz, son of Louve This is the true element of darkness Wild, unseizable, true creation of Gods possessed
Into The War:
The last night has come, and dawn will never come The sound of kettle drums spreads the hymn of Hatred Into the war we come, its time of the last battle