Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon

I died for this world

I became the nightmare for living men

I run through the Black woods

Bloodlust leads me and I kill, kill and I die

In the ecstasy of murderlust

And then I escape possessed

I hide myself in the shadows of trees

I'm. afraid, I fear and I cry

My face drip with blood

I hate living men

I'm. faithful only for the dead

I remember wolves over my face

Red eyes of my mother

Her sharp fangs, and my first pain

I was born in the night

Evil wind was tearing the trees

Spirits were hiding in the shadows

And wolves brought me the first sacrifice

I became the unpurest spirit

I killed the living man

I draw my fangs in his body

And his spirit became mad

Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon

I hide myself in the shadows of trees

I avoid the damned sun

I follow the smell of blood

Wolves come with the herds

Their howling appoints the limits of life

I am one of them

In the herd I follow the moon

Night helps us, we are unpunished

Sons of Fenriz, son of Louve

This is the true element of darkness

Wild, unseizable, true creation of Gods possessed