Varulven [English translation]

The maiden she would to the cottage go

Linden trees shiver in the grove

So she took the road to the forest blue

She was carrying the fruit of love

And when she reached the forest blue

Linden trees shiver in the grove

There she met a grey wold

She was carrying the fruit of love

O dear wolf do not bite me

To you I shall give my silver gown

A silver gown wouldn't suit me at all

Your youthful life and your blood must go

O dear wold do not bite me

Linden trees quiver in the grove

To you I shall give my silver shoe

She was carrying the fruit of love

A silver shoe wouldn't suit me at all

Linden trees quiver in the grove

Your youthful life and your blood must go

She was carrying the fruit of love

O dear wolf do no bite me

To you I shall give my golden crown

A golden crown wouldn't suit me at all

Your youthful life and your blood must go

The maiden she climbed up high in an oak

Linden trees quiver in the grove

The wolf he paced the ground and howled

She was carrying the fruit of love

The wolf dug up the oak by the roots

Linden trees quiver in the grove

The maiden gave a heart-rending cry

She was carrying the fruit of love

The young page saddled his gray steed

Linden trees quiver in the grove

He rode a little faster than a bird could fly

She was carrying the fruit of love

And when he came to the wooded place

Linden trees quiver in the grove

He found nothing more than a bloody arm

She was carrying the fruit of love

God comfort, God improve me as a young page

Linden trees quiver in the grove

My maiden is gone, my horse is dead

She was carrying the fruit of love

• Artist:Garmarna
• Album:Guds Spelemän