Unpunished Herd:

 Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon
 I died for this world
 I became the nightmare for living men
 [bad word] through the Black woods
 Bloodlust leads me and I kill, kill and I die
 In the ecstasy of murderlust
 And then I escape possessed
 I hide myself in the shadows of trees
 I'm. afraid, I fear and I cry
 My face drip with blood
 I hate living men
 I'm. faithful only for the dead
 I remember wolves over my face
 Red eyes of my mother
 Her sharp fangs, and my first pain
 I was born in the night
 Evil wind was tearing the trees
 Spirits were hiding in the shadows
 And wolves brought me the first sacrifice
 I became the unpurest spirit
 I killed the living man
 I draw my fangs in his body
 And his spirit became mad
 Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon
 I hide myself in the shadows of trees
 I avoid the damned sun
 I follow the smell of blood
 [bad word] with the herds
 Their howling appoints the limits of life
 I am one of them
 In the herd I follow the moon
 Night helps us, we are unpunished
 Sons of Fenriz, son of Louve
 This is the [bad word] element of darkness
 Wild, unseizable, [bad word] creation of Gods possessed

 Into The War:

 The last night [bad word]  and dawn will [bad word]  The sound of kettle [bad word] spreads the hymn of Hatred
 Into the war [bad word]  its time of the last battle