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[Intro]

“Hljóðið úlfar! Russ kallar oss í stríð!”

Raise your horns, brothers — the hunt is awake,
Frost in our breath, stars trembling in our wake.
By the Wolf King’s oath, by the Allfather’s might,
We stride through the void like storm-wrought night.

[Verse 1]

Born of Fenris storms where the sea-drakes thrash,
Where the winters freeze bone and the lightning will crash.
Others march in order, with banners and chore —
We carved runes into steel, into blood, into lore.
Thunderwolves roar as the warp splits apart,
Bolters ignite with the howl of our heart.
And every foe breaking beneath the Rout’s tread
Learns the price of awakening what should’ve stayed dead.

[Pre-Chorus]

Cold in the veins and fire in the roar,
“Engi ótti! Engi fjötur!”

[Chorus]

We are the Space Wolves — Fenris-born!
Sons of Russ with our battle horns!
Through burning stars and the void-cruel night,
We hunt the damned and we feast on the fight!
“Með klóm ok tönnum, við stöndum sterkir!”
Raise your voices — let galaxies reel!
We are the Rout… and we NEVER kneel!

[Verse 2]

Through daemon-filled shadows where nightmares creep,
We carve sagas in flesh, verses written too deep.
Long Fangs thunder with wisdom of age,
Grey Hunters strike with the fury of the sage.
Skyclaws descend in a storm-bearing dive,
Young wolves unleashed, barely living but alive.
Wolf Guard in armor with runes etched in bone,
Each kill a new saga to carve in the stone.

[Pre-Chorus]

“Lát rúnar loga, lát úlfinn hræra,
Við erum reiði Fenrisar!”

[Chorus]

We are the Space Wolves — Fenris-born!
Sons of Russ with our battle horns!
Through burning stars and the void-cruel night,
We hunt the damned and we tear the blight!
“Fyrir Russ! Fyrir Fenris!”
Raise your voices — let galaxies feel
The bite of the Rout — the edge of our steel!

[Bridge]

“Þegar stjörnurnar deyja, mun úlfurinn vaka.”

In the last dying glow of a war-torn sun,
When hope is ash and every oath undone,
Our howl will rise, a storm without end —
A wolf fights on long after death takes his friend.
We drink to the fallen, to brothers of lore,
To Russ who shall return when the Wolf howls once more.

[Final Chorus]

We are the Space Wolves — howl to the night!
Let traitors tremble, let cowards take flight!
Fenris behind us, glory ahead,
We carve our fate through the galaxy’s dread!

“Úlfar eilífir! Við munum sigra!”

Raise your horns, brothers — let the void-worlds feel
The wrath of the Rout, the truth of our steel!
By saga and honor, by fury revealed —
We are the Space Wolves…
“OK VIÐ BUGUMST ALDREI!”