Screams in the night woke the whole village up Their cattle is getting attacked The fences are broken and blood everywhere Horses are lying there slack Fenrir divided, a horde of greywolves His power inside of them all Feasting on the guts of both stallions and goats No animal in there stands tall
The people were struck by terror and fear While beasts intruded their ground Like the flow of a storm that none can control Cascades of blood in the pound Spears were thrown at the raging wolfhorde So hard to select them all out (in the night) Running with bloodied fangs and fierce eyes It sure doesn't help much to shout
In from wilderness came death Wolves in the pound!!!
Setting some torches on fire might scare But will them beasts disappear? The scene turns real grim when the creatures change course Grotesque, exploding fear Thirtythree persons in spite with the wolves So hungry and dangerous Only much later when the sun rises One can count the loss
The horrible fur-beasts defeated 'em all And the yard was a bloody mess A village of death, Fenrir's cold work Of entrails, bones and flesh The people they fought in vain for their farm Wolven hunger got fed After this night of terror and pain All the humans were dead
In from wilderness came death Blood on the ground!!!