On the frostbitten fields of our country
In the dim of a winter full moon
Hear the breeze from the shades of the forest
As you stare at the towers of ice
Many nights through the snow you have wondered
Now you feel that your heart needs to rest
Gaze upon the magnificent landscape
Of the kingdom in which you were born
Let them not defeat, the knowledge that you reap
As a shadow among us you wonder
Many nightmares you caused among them
Who have hunted to kilt ail they fear
Ignorance is their way to prevail
Do not linger, the storm is upon you
Never stop, where you head is your home
To the kingdom where no man can hunt you
With the pack of the winter full moon
Let them not defeat, the knowledge that you reap
Uncrowned king of our land
Do not trust in a man
Ancient lord of the hills
You must prey of your k**s
If you hunger for more
Sneak behind and be sure
That you hunt in the night
Cause they fear the moon light
Hail the beast that will conquer the land
When existence have ended for man
Hail the wolf as he roams with the clan
As the true northern king he will stand