Wolfhorde - Frozen Sweet Gale

From the swamplands,
rose a beast with a yearning
Seeked to claim the world
from the heathen gods of old

Blooddebt to be payed
Servant of the horror, his fallow mind
Walking your trail
The fealty of the Glepnir

"Imprisoned for eternity, yet feared to the death"
In the end of the chain
longer, stronger than hope
The beast keeps growling
for his freedom's call

His breath towards the world
Stormwinds rip the flesh
The frozen sweet gale
chastising the ignorance of men