In the winter of my twenty-first year, I set out alone on horseback to kill a pack of wolves.
Before today, this bloody field was my own hunting ground.
I stalked my prey, I tracked it down, and moved without a sound.
Then, like a plague, this wolf pack came and tipped the scales of change.
How strange to be the hunter and then become the game.
What I set out to kill found me and, henceforth, blood did flow.
My horse came out from under me, my dogs die in the snow.
But fear was never present, I was sad but not afraid.
The man I used to before this fight is ever changed today.
My blood, it roars like thunder
In this noble breath
Purified by battle
And the smell of death
Their wild abandon howling fills my lungs
And from the dead this new awakening comes
And from the dead I feel the strength I've never known
A thrill that fills my heart yet chills me to the bone
And from the dead the power of the wolf is torn
It seems as if from death a whole new world is born
My blood, it roars like thunder
In this noble breath
Purified by battle
And the smell of death
Their wild abandon howling fills my lungs
And from the dead this new awakening comes
See me, wolf killer
See me, wolf killer
Wolf kller