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On the frostbitten fields of our country

In the dim of a winter full moon

Hear the breeze from the shades of the forest

As you stare at the towers of ice

Many nights through the snow you have wondered

Now you feel that your heart needs to rest

Gaze upon the magnificent landscape

Of the kingdom in which you were born

Let them not defeat, the knowledge that you reap

As a shadow among us you wonder

Many nightmares you caused among them

Who have hunted to kilt ail they fear

Ignorance is their way to prevail

Do not linger, the storm is upon you

Never stop, where you head is your home

To the kingdom where no man can hunt you

With the pack of the winter full moon

Let them not defeat, the knowledge that you reap

Uncrowned king of our land

Do not trust in a man

Ancient lord of the hills

You must prey of your kills

If you hunger for more

Sneak behind and be sure

That you hunt in the night

Cause they fear the moon light

Hail the beast that will conquer the land

When existence have ended for man

Hail the wolf as he roams with the clan

As the true northern king he will stand