Twelven are the nights atween the years and tymes
When memories awake and the wyndes blowe oh so highe
The Wilde Hunte, a giante horde, prowlinge throughe the darke
The Wilde Hunte, a raginge storme, and no one oute there evades the din from afar
Wolven Nights
The Norns will foreknowe thy fate
Wolven Nights
Followe the trace of the elder waye
Phantoms of the past oh will waite for ye at laste
To settle olden score (olden score) from the dayes so longe afore
Oh the unseen, thy destiny, callinge from beyonde
Oh thy hidden dreames, the prophecy, divine visions, forecaste what is to come
Wolven Nights
The Norns will foreknowe thy fate
Wolven Nights
Followe the trace of the elder waye
Avowels of vengeance
The spirits arise from the ancient tymes
The arrival of fortune
Heare Oden's call in the Wolven Nights...
Wolven Nights
The Norns will foreknowe thy fate
Wolven Nights
Followe the trace of the elder waye
Avowels of vengeance
The spirits arise from the ancient tymes
The arrival of fortune
Heare Oden's call in the Wolven Nights...