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]