Driven by howling wind
On the trail of blood and fire
A torrent of madness, calling young soul
As the bleak glow of a new moon
Is drowned in wailing of cold sky’s breath
The vein in which life bursts
Under the banner of the Wolf-god
Extatic howl tears the silence of the night sky
Wodanaz, Wodanaz! (Id Est Furor)
As immortals they ride, in his wild hunt
Arisen of corpse mounds
The wolfpack bound by blood
Befriended wit the raven and carrion
Ravenous thunderstorm, calamity of folk
The law is the thirsty iron edge
And voracious bright tongue
The furious thunders gone silent
On the night’s winds, the fiends waft away
As the serpent bites its tail
Marking completion of another cycle
The wilderness recedes its claws
Along with the Death’s Procession
Of the Slaughter-God