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 [bad word] by terror and fear 
While beasts [bad word] 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) [bad word] 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 
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!!!