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 kill, kill 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 killed 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
