Eerily Howling Winds
[music by Aphazel, Lyrics by Grimm]
Eerily howling winds, hear the wolves cry. Cries of hunger,
cries of hate. The ruler in the forest, below the red moon,
hiding in shadows, under the golden forest crown. Eerily,
howling winds [4 times]. In the deep dark woods of Norway,
they were nowhere to be found. The Ancient wolf spirit
gathered and howled. We are the true pagans, we shall always
be, from our day forward, to eternity. Forward in the forest,
the old man laughed and grinned, spitting forth agony. The
red full moon. This is my ode to thee, Ancient ruler of my
land. Eerily howling winds, hear the wolves cry. Cries of
hunger, cries of hate. In the old Norwegian moon, I will see
their red eyes, and I shall greet them, listen to their beauty
songs. Eerily, howlings winds [4 times]
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