The last head falls to the ground
No one is left alive
They thought that they could take me down
But it's not my time to die 

I wipe the blood from my sword
And slide it in my belt
This is the sweetest of rewards
The [bad word] I have felt 

Ten men are dead by my feet
I smell their streaming blood
And I smile, cause it makes me...
...makes me feel so good 

They were crawling on their knees
Begging for their pathetic lives
Now their souls belong to me
As well as their eyes 

Each man has something that I crave
I eat their steaming eyes
And drink their blood to make them my slaves
At Oden's feat in afterlife 

I bring the skulls to my shrine
Where silent Gods stand guard
Soak them in blood and in wine – sacrificial ritual 

One thousand heads are on display
Collected through years of thirst
Macabre trophies from my prey
Picked clean of flesh by Oden's birds 

I am – I am – wolf in human shape
I am – I am – predator with flaming rage 

I'm a wolf in human shape – Every man is prey
predator with flaming rage – Blood is in my trace 

I will die with sword in hand
And then my seat's secured
When Oden calls from golden hall
He will greet me at the door