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!!!