Verse I Come in from the cold and slam the door, Kick off the mud, let the night roll by, There’s a tale worth gold and a laugh worth more, Of a white-haired wolf who won’t ever die. She drinks with blades and laughs at pain, Dances where the brave won’t stand, If trouble’s brewing, break the chain— Lappland’s loose in the land. Chorus (shouted) So raise it high! Don’t ask her why! Let the bastards run and hide! She laughs, she fights, she makes kings cry— Here’s to the Wolf with the blood-red smile! Drink it down! Another round! To freedom sharp and wild! If chains are near, don’t shed a tear— Lappland’s in a mood tonight! Verse II They built their cages thick with steel, Thought laws and whips would make us kneel, But cages crack and tyrants squeal When the White Wolf wants a meal. She came in fast, she left in song, Not a lock still fit to stand, The slaves walked free, the guards walked wrong— All part of Lappland’s plan. Chorus So raise it high! Don’t ask her why! Let the bastards run and hide! She laughs, she fights, she makes kings cry— Here’s to the Wolf with the blood-red smile! Drink it down! Another round! To freedom sharp and wild! If chains are near, don’t shed a tear— Lappland’s in a mood tonight! Verse III They call her mad, they call her doom, From silken halls and perfumed lies, But ask the poor in a broken room Who came when hope had run bone-dry. For every laugh that chilled the spine Meant someone else saw dawn, And every drop of blood and wine Kept the weak from being gone. Verse IV (clapped rhythm) She bows to none but blood and kin, And one white oni’s iron word, When Father speaks, the blades begin— The truest vow you’ve ever heard. So if you hear that giggle near, And your mug begins to shake, Best toast the Wolf and buy more beer— She’s not the type to wait. Final Chorus (everyone) So raise it high! Don’t ask her why! Let the bastards run and hide! She laughs, she fights, she makes kings cry— Here’s to the Wolf with the blood-red smile! Drink it down! Another round! To freedom sharp and wild! If chains are near, don’t shed a tear— Lappland’s in a mood tonight! Outro (spoken, half-drunk) To Lappland— May she never hear us singing… And may she never need to.