Those times of ruin Men went astray The remnants of battle and defeat Lands laid waste Outcasts hard of heart Seven times seven men Home is too far
We are like a pack of wolves Ruling the woods None shall pass and wander free Without our eyes seeing Our hands pointing the way Haunting the woodlands
Men as wolves pillaging Forgotten the honour and the pride Men as wolves revenging Feared among the other men
Evil roamed upon the borders of men Deeds feeding hate in their hearts A wayward man re-mended A shadow lies before us
A darkened heart, betrayal in hate The wolves were hunted to the last The last of the wolves, captured and chained Dragged through the lands of wandering and despair
