The Wolfheart (English Version)
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So young and frail, thin and weak
My flesh was feeble
I shed my frailty and gathered new strength
By the blood of the wolf
Hardened by the wolf's heart
My soul blackened
I've come of age and the toughest of men
Ready to claim what's mine
Six kings shall burn
My might shall grow
Earls and a half dozen kings
Came to the funeral feast
Came to a hall with glowing strides
They were led to their death
All land, from north to south
All shall be mine
All land, from east to west
Shall be mine
Before I die
The Ynglingars' kingdom burns with me
Let the flames engulf the hall, become my grave
I'm called the Ill Ruler, but wolf to the bone
My land shall not be torn from my hands
Twelve kings with betrayal I slayed
And battles I've fought
Now enemies abound
They have come for my land
The Ynglingars' kingdom burns with me
Let the flames engulf the hall, become my grave
I'm called the Ill Ruler, but wolf to the bone
My land shall not be torn from my hands
The Ynglingars' kingdom burns with me
Let the flames engulf the hall, become my grave
I'm called the Ill Ruler, but wolf to the bone
My land shall not be torn from my hands