Eerily Howling Winds

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 [4 times]

In the deep dark woods of Norway, they were 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, spitting 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, listen to their beauty songs

Eerily, howlings winds [4 times]