[Musik och lyrik: Vintersorg]
Du vargasinnen i kvlning styr
Nr mrker omgrdar ngd och nejd
I skepnad fager och klrobskyr
Du sakta reser dig glansfull
Du vrdad voro i ldrad tro
Frseglad visdom glmd i tidens gng
Kraften nnu ur myten gro
Till eftersinning vi manas
[Ref:]
Glorvrdig str mnen gylld
I bida nu ljudligt kvida
En kusligt ylanda vargaskyld
Du stilla frdas vid himlens bryn
Lngs stjrnbestrdda nattens led
Send i tidsbegynnelsen lgrat skyn
Och sknkt din rand ver vatten
Den arma sjl under mnens sejd
Lekamliggjort uti skrdingfamn
Gastbesutten i skogars nejd
Tills gryningstimman befriar
[Ref:]
Glorvrdig str mnen gylld
I bida nu ljudligt kvida
En kusligt ylanda vargaskyld
Du vargasinnen i kvlning styr
Nr mrker omgrdar ngd och nejd
I skepnad fager och klrobskyr
Du sakta reser dig glansfull
Du vrdad voro i ldrad tro
Frseglad visdom glmd i tidens gng
Kraften nnu ur myten gro
Till eftersinning vi manas
[Ref:]
Glorvrdig str mnen gylld
I bida nu ljudligt kvida
En kusligt ylanda vargaskyld
[English translation:]
Werewolf Night
You guide wolf minds at nightfall
When darkness surrounds countryside and district
In fair guise and chiaroscuro
You slowly rise splendorous
You were revered in aged belief
Sealed wisdom forgotten in the course of time
The power still grows from the myth
We are urged to bear it in mind
[Chorus:]
Venerable the mood stands gilded
Now loudly wail in bide
A creepily howling wolfkin
You calmly travel at the verge of the sky
Along the trail of the star sprinkled night
Settled the sky since the dawn of time
And gifted your edge over waters
The poor soul under the magic of the moon
Embodied in kettle chain's arms
Possessed by ghost in forest regions
Until the daybreak releases
[Chorus:]
Venerable the mood stands gilded
Now loudly wail in bide
A creepily howling wolfkin
You guide wolf minds at nightfall
When darkness surrounds countryside and district
In fair guise and chiaroscuro
You slowly rise splendorous
You were revered in aged belief
Sealed wisdom forgotten in the course of time
The power still grows from the myth
We are urged to bear it in mind
[Chorus:]
Venerable the mood stands gilded
Now loudly wail in bide
A creepily howling wolfkin
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
