Songtext von The Wolfheart (English Version)

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