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