Ancient Lyrics
"Eerily Howling Winds"

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 [4 times]. In the
deep dark woods of Norway, they were
nowhere to be found. The Ancient wolf
spirit 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, spitting 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, cries of hate.
In the old Norwegian moon, I will
see their red eyes, and I shall
greet them, listen to their beauty songs.
Eerily, howlings winds [4 times]