Eerily Howling Winds - Ancient

Eerily howling winds

Hear the wolves cry

Cries of hunger

Cries of hate

The ruler in the forest

Below the red moon

Hiding in shadows

Under the golden forest crown

Eerily howling winds

In the deep darkwoods of norway

They’re nowhere to be found

The ancient wolfspirit gathered and howled

We are the true pagans, we shall always be

From our day forward, to eternity

Forward in the forest

The old man laughed and grinned

Bringing forth agony

The red full moon

This is my ode to thee

Ancient ruler of my land

Eerily howling winds

Hear the wolves cry

Cries of hunger