Ulfhednar! My kin and my bloodline, forever forsaken Whats gone is gone its the path i have taken The force of the Wolf-skull is within my senses It weakens compassion But strengthens defenses The hatred is cooking, raging and burning Yet fades in comparison to ravenous yearning Warmed by the Wolf pelt and anticipation The blood Thirst is craving a chance to hydration The wolves are a coming through the forest under silence Hide from all the violence Find a hole The wolves are a coming for the killing and the fire Driven by desire For silver and your soul My innonce died with the blood that I tasted What's gone is gone but there is nothing wasted Born by the bow into famine and hunger The wolf cult elected me when I was younger They took me to wilderness and to selection A true wolf of Odin must train to perfection For combat and reaving the power is growing The iris turned yellow in eyes that are glowing Hardened by forests and life in the field True to the wolves I am biting the shield Living or dying, I care not whichever My life is the wolf cult and I'm lost forever