Through the deep forests of moors
Over the peaceful solitude of marshes
The flame of fear burns forth.
Through moonlit valleys
Over the ridge of the mountain towards an unknown goal
Hunted wolf now rushes forward.
The roll goes in the parishes
Now it will be Vargaskall.
Grab the spear and take courage
I drove against the fall of the wolf.
Dawn hour, heavy with hate.
Call in and root out.
The horror of the people will no longer shine forth
Through meadow, through marsh and forest
In the land of men,
Into the darkness safety closes
His timid children from lonely litter
When the hunt's shrill alarm.
White area now slowly fading.
Out of the hand of man in wilderness land.
Sweeps the black arm of fate.
Fight bravely, fight diligently.
Now feel the glow of the fire in your wilderness land
Show the courage of the driven wolf.
Twilight hour, heavy with blood.
Called in and rooted out.
Wolves' horror will forever shine forth
Through meadow, through marsh and forest
In Vargaland.