(Intro) (Driving, gallop-beat drums) (High-pitched, wailing battle cry: Aaaaaa-AAAAA-aaaah!) (Heavy, distorted bass riff) From the frozen fjords of the ancient North To the Maryland pines, I was summoned forth! The blood of the Vikings, a legacy of old With eyes of ice and hair of gold! I am the Alpha, twenty winters strong Carrying the weight of a warrior's song. I lead the pack through the mountain mist But a hollow heart is all that exists! Valhalla calls, but I stand alone Waiting for the queen to share my throne! By the hammer of Thor and the silver moon’s light I howl for my mate through the dead of the night! She is the fire, I am the frost Without her spirit, the Alpha is lost! (Old Norse Chanting - Deep, guttural monk-style vocals) Úlfrinn vaknar, blóðit brennr, Óðinn gætir, heiðinn mennr. Hamrammr ríðr, jötunnbani, Sól tér sortna, úlfsins vani. (Translation: The wolf wakes, the blood burns, Odin watches, the heathen man. The shifter rides, giant-slayer, the sun turns black, the wolf’s way.) The ancestors whisper in the howling wind Of a fated bond where the souls are pinned. I’ve searched the ridges and the timberline For the scent of the one who is destined mine! A rebel heart, a spark in the dark To leave on my soul a permanent mark. I’m a king of the forest, a beast of the sun Still I am nothing until we are one! My skin begins to ripple, my human form decays, The beast within is wakened in a gold and silver haze! With a crack of bone and a primal roar, I take my four-legged frame, To hunt the mountain pumas and to put their clan to shame! They walk like men but strike like cats, with moonshine in their veins, But they’ll learn the price of Viking blood and the Alpha’s iron reins! I’ll tear through their ranks like a winter gale, through the bar and through the mud, To wash the stones of Deep Creek Lake in the shifters’ coward blood! (Bridge) (Staccato, heavy chugging guitar) Blood! Bone! I wait by the stone! Odin, grant me the sign! Let the russet and cream be mine! (Tribal Drum Break) (Deep, booming skin-drums take over, mimicking a war march through the Deep Creek woods.) (Fast-Paced Guitar Solo) (A frantic, shredding solo that mirrors the speed of a wolf on the hunt.) Valhalla calls, but I stand alone Waiting for the queen to share my throne! By the hammer of Thor and the silver moon’s light I howl for my mate through the dead of the night! She is the fire, I am the frost Without her spirit, the Alpha is lost! (Outro) I feel her coming on the vernal gale! The city girl behind the veil! The Viking blood begins to boil! The Alpha’s wait is done with toil! (Final wailing cry) Aaaaaa-AAAAA-aaaah! (Heavy drum crash)