Hope has died
 My dreams, they fade
 Let my blackened dirge be played
 Swinging limp, swinging free
 Darkened heart on the gallows tree

 Fortune has betrayed me now
 As I ascend to worlds beyond

 lonely road a man must tread
 Upon the tree until his death
 bleak release
 I'll find no peace
 Forsake this world that abandoned me

 Cursed be he who adorns the wolfhead's tree
 Limp under the stars treading the path of infamy
 All hope is the forlorn, standard is torn, end of an age
 Thunder in the night heralds the sign of the wolfhead's age