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 Ynglingar's kingdom burn 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
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 Twelve kings with betrayal I slayed
 And battles I've fought
 Now enemies abound
 They have come for my land
 The Ynglingar's kingdom burn 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 Ynglingar's kingdom burn with me
 Let the flames engulf the hall, become my grave
 I am called the Ill Ruler, but wolf to the bone
 My land shall not be torn from my hands