In the days of yore
 The royal hunt was on

 Loud bayed the hounds
 As Gediminas set forth
 In the holy woods
 Of old Sventaragis
 He laid down to rest
 Beneath an ancinet oak
 And dreamt as only dream
 The men who would be kings!
 He saw the iron wolf
 Ride monstrous on the hill
 He heard the iron wolf
 Howl like hundreds of it's kin!
 Tearing from the veils of sleep
 His heart was a wild [bad word] 
 He sought the counsel of the gods
 Through Lizdeika's wise words:
 "What is destined for thee, let it be!
 Great Duke, unite thy people and be king!"

 Fear not the iron wolf
 He shall be thy fort!
 And in him shall dwell
 All [bad word] of thy line
 And the glory of their deeds
 Shall resound like wolf-song
 Thoughout the ancient world!