Far away from the citadels of God
Far away from the court of the dying king
Deep inside the shadows of the endless woods
Here we all wander
And here we fall

Across the winter, across the night
Across the frozen lakes we ride
Beyond the twilight, beyond the cold
Beyond the grace of the White Christ

Year of the hunger, year of the wolves
Year of the distress across the North
Here we wander
And here we roam astray

Crescent moon is sharp
Sharp like the Devil's nail
Crescent moon is sharp (tonight)
And winter winds they howl (tonight)

I'm drifting in the darkness
After the waning light
I'm drifting in the darkness
With wolves on my tail
Hour of bloodshed, hour of lies
The hour of murders and vile crimes
No redemption and no pity
No forgiveness of the White Christ

World is crumbling, world is old
This world is writhing in death throes
Here we wander
And here we all shall fall