Wyrd

Enter my inmost night
As Pestilence Ill arrive
A plague upon your Christian beliefs
Malignant disease with no redeem
A wolf, feasting on the sheeps
Black as pitch, cold as ice
Traveller of darker paths
Vargtimmen -
Even darkness dims
Welcome despair and pain
Overwhelming grimness
This is my hour!
The moon lays hidden
Behind the northern gale
I am the unseen eyes of thunder
The cold, freezing touch of winters veil
An icy breath of melancholy
Upon your heart, upon your soul.
[ Vargtimmen Lyrics ]