Torches of war under hatred’s sails 
whisper of doom on a wary breeze 
Scorching the shores in a blazing trail 
Cinder and fume foul the air we breathe 

Blood of fallen kings 
Blades of chaos ring 
Steel and silver sing 
For justice 

Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse 
means to an end this path that I choose 
Lost and aloof are the loves of my past 
Wake the White Wolf! 
Remembrance at last 

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war 
The end of the age [bad word] now 

Sign of flame will sting 
Punishment I bring 
Steel and silver sing 
For justice 

Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse 
means to an end this path that I choose 
Lost and aloof are the loves of my past 
Wake the White Wolf! 
Remembrance at last 

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war 
The end of the age [bad word] now 

Ravaging the rivers scorching the shores 
Fires in the night the torches of war 

WAKE THE WOLF 
WAKE THE WHITE WOLF 

Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war 
The end of the age [bad word] now