Vargamor, Queen of the Moors and the Fields Crowned as the pact with the wolves had been sealed Vargamor, witch of the night to your honour we're kneeling
One with the shadows, the grass and the trees Phantom allied that no mortal can see Vargamor, gone with the light while the wounds all will heal
Vargamor, read in the stars of our fate Prophecies spoken of scorn and of hate Vargamor, guide the lupine to the glory at night
Mother of wolves Save the pack from the harm of the light
Vargamor, to remember the calling Vargamor, to descend form the fallen Vargamor, in the land of the night And the story of fame
Vargamor, carry the flame in the cold Talk to the dead in a forest of old Vargamor, calling the wild in the wasteland of Sweden
Vargamor, deep in the shadows you dwell Mother of wolf, it's your story we tell Vargamor, lore of the night For the pious and heathen Gone through fire and wind Vargamor, carry the flame of the night One by one tear the demons in fight
Vargamor, to remember the calling Vargamor, to descend form the fallen Vargamor, in the land of the night and the story of fame
Vargamor, to remember the calling Vargamor, to descend form the fallen Vargamor, in the land of the night And the story of fame
Vargamor, carry the flame in your heart Wandering spirit in worlds torn apart Vargamor, light in the dark for the savage and dying
Vargamor, once and forever our light Gone with the wind, still the shine of our eyes Vargamor, one with the earth No matter how far Vargamor, breath of the wild Wherever you are