In the midnight forest they live,
Howling to the moon.
With a furious soul,
They are faded to battle.
Feel the fury of the wolves,
Feel them eating your soul animal instict is their pride,
Cross their way and you'll be dead.
Fidelity inside their pack,
Is what they have to offer... hate is all they have to offer,
In their mouths your souls will suffer,
For all eternity...
They are the gods' strenght... gods' fidelity! wild teeth,
Biting you...
...piercing your flesh,
Wild eyes in the night...
In search for the weak prey
Under moonlight. we are the wolves hunting the sheeps...
Hunting the weak...
Who is not of our blood...
The blood of pagan gods... ..we are the wolves of the one eyed god...