| Screams in the night woke the whole village up
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| Their cattle is getting attacked
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| The fences are broken and blood everywhere
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| Horses are lying there slack
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| Fenrir divided, a horde of greywolves
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| His power inside of them all
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| Feasting on the guts of both stallions and goats
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| No animal in there stands tall
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| The people were struck by terror and fear
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| While beasts intruded their ground
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| Like the flow of a storm that none can control
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| Cascades of blood in the pound
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| Spears were thrown at the raging wolfhorde
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| So hard to select them all out (in the night)
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| Running with bloodied fangs and fierce eyes
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| It sure doesn’t help much to shout
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| In from wilderness came death
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| Wolves in the pound!!!
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| Setting some torches on fire might scare
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| But will them beasts disappear?
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| The scene turns real grim when the creatures change course
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| Grotesque, exploding fear
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| Thirtythree persons in spite with the wolves
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| So hungry and dangerous
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| Only much later when the sun rises
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| One can count the loss
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| The horrible fur-beasts defeated 'em all
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| And the yard was a bloody mess
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| A village of death, Fenrir’s cold work
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| Of entrails, bones and flesh
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| The people they fought in vain for their farm
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| Wolven hunger got fed
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| After this night of terror and pain
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| All the humans were dead
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| In from wilderness came death
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| Blood on the ground!!! |