| 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]. |
