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 k**, k** 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 k**ed 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