| Letra: | 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]. |