Screams in the night woke the whole village up

Their cattle is getting attacked

The fences are broken and blood everywhere

Horses are lying there slack

Fenrir divided, a horde of greywolves

His power inside of them all

Feasting on the guts of both stallions and goats

No animal in there stands tall



The people were struck by terror and fear

While beasts intruded their ground

Like the flow of a storm that none can control

Cascades of blood in the pound

Spears were thrown at the raging wolfhorde

So hard to select them all out (in the night)

Running with bloodied fangs and fierce eyes

It sure doesn't help much to shout



In from wilderness came death

Wolves in the pound!!!



Setting some torches on fire might scare

But will them beasts disappear?

The scene turns real grim when the creatures change course

Grotesque, exploding fear

Thirtythree persons in spite with the wolves

So hungry and dangerous

Only much later when the sun rises

One can count the loss



The horrible fur-beasts defeated 'em all

And the yard was a bloody mess

A village of death, Fenrir's cold work

Of entrails, bones and flesh

The people they fought in vain for their farm

Wolven hunger got fed

After this night of terror and pain

All the humans were dead



In from wilderness came death

Blood on the ground!!!