Rotted trunks in the infinity   Trunks are moss-grown   Branch plaited in embrace   Dance of icy wind   Among sleeping woods   Covers up lonely wolf's track   Wild and lonely wolf's track      I sweep animal's cold eyes   Over deadly scenery of wood   Under shiny grey fur   There are lethal white fangs   Welcomes silver fullmoon in the night      I smell by the wind   Scent of the blood   My vision becomes sharper   I am like a wolf      My hearing receipts   Inauddible whispers from beyond   My spul is howling to the moon   My body took over   Inhumen nibleness   My mind are full of lust   I am like a wolf