Vargtimmen - Wyrd

Enter my inmost night

As Pestilence I’ll arrive

A plague upon your Christian beliefs

Malignant disease with no redeem

A wolf, feasting on the sheep’s

Black as pitch, cold as ice

Traveller of darker paths

Vargtimmen —

Even darkness dims

Welcome despair and pain

Overwhelming grimness

This is my hour!

The moon lays hidden

Behind the northern gale

I am the unseen eyes of thunder

The cold, freezing touch of winter’s veil

An icy breath of melancholy

Upon your heart, upon your soul