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