Mot natten blickar jag upp,
slagen driven till marken.
Svindlande tankar rusar kring,
omtcknad fylld av frbittring
...
Frbittring ... Frbittring ...
Blodet river i mina vener,
min sjl bestulen.
Urdriven min broderhlft,
hr nattens barn
...
Hr nattens barn ... Hr nattens barn ...
Nattens barn grter, en fallen far.
Sorg blir till vrede; kallt regn
faller.
Dvar min smrta, ger mig kraft ter.
Minner mig om nidingars dd.
Fngad i elden, ingen vg ut.
Huggen och slagen, av
runor bunden.
Binder min sjl, min vargbroder.
Sjl utan kropp, kropp utan sjl.
Ristade runor, grbens sinne hller.
Bojad,
bunden med blodrd jrntagg.
Ristade runor, grbens sinne hller.
Bojad, bunden med blodrd jrntagg.
Ristade runor, grbens sinne
hller.
Bojad, bunden med blodrd jrntagg.
Svrtat blod i andras gon.
Fullndning av sjlen genom blod.
Avlad ur vargtrnets
sting,
under nattens drmmar.
Ett tomrum fyllt,
en tvillingsjl till mig bunden.
Tiden kommer d jag ter r hel,
d jag ter
hrskar natten.
I vargstenen de bundit min sjl.
En dag skall runor brista ...
Brista ... Brista ...
[Translate to
English:]
Towards the night I gaze. Stricken, driven to the ground.
Giddying thoughts rush about, dazed filled with
resentment.
The blood scratches my veins.
My soul deprived. Driven out of my brother half.
Hear the children of the
night...
The children of the night cry, a fallen father.
Sorrow turns to wrath, cold rain falls.
Eases my pain, gives me
strength back.
Reminds me, of the deeds of evil-doers...
Trapped in the fire, no way out.
Cut and beaten, bound by
runes.
Binds my soul, my wolf brother.
Soul without body, body without soul.
Carved runes, the wolf's mind hold.
Shackled,
bound by blood red iron barb.
Blackened blood in the eyes of others, the perfection of the soul through blood. Bred from the sting
of wolves' thorn, during the dreams of the night. An emptiness filled, a twin soul to me bound.
The time will come when I'm whole
again,
when I'll once again rule the night.
In the wolves' stone they've bound my soul,
one day the runes will
break...
