Varulven

Jungfrun hon skulle åt stugan gå
Linden darrar i lunden
Så tog hon den vägen åt skogen blå
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Och när som hon kom till skogen blå
Linden darrar i lunden
Där mötte henne en ulv så grå
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Kära ulver du bit inte mig
Dig vill jag giva min silversärk

Silversärk jag passar ej på
Ditt unga liv och blod måst gå

Kära du ulver bit inte mig
Linden darrar i lunden
Dig vill jag giva min silversko
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Silversko jag passar ej på
Linden darrar i lunden
Ditt unga liv och blod måst gå
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Kära du ulver du bit inte mig
Dig vill jag giva min guldkrona

Guldkrona jag passar ej på
Ditt unga liv och blod måst gå

Jungfrun hon steg sig så högt i ek
Linden darrar i lunden
Och ulven han gick ner på backen och skrek
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Ulven han grafte den ek till rot
Linden darrar i lunden
Jungfrun gav upp ett så hiskeligt rop
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Och ungersven han sadlar sin gångare grå
Linden darrar i lunden
Han red litet fortare än fågeln flög
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Och när som han kom till platsen fram
Linden darrar i lunden
Så fann han ej mer än en blodiger arm
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

Gud trösta Gud bättra mig ungersven
Linden darrar i lunden
Min jungfru är borta min häst är förränd
Ty hon var vid älskogen bunden

The Werewolf

The maiden, she would to the cottage go
Linden trees quiver in the grove
So she took the path through the forest blue
She was carrying the fruit of love

And when she reached the forest blue
Linden trees quiver in the grove
There she met with a gray wolf
She was carrying the fruit of love

"O dear wolf please don't bite me
To you I will give my silver gown"

"The silver gown won't suit me at all
Your young life and your blood must go"

"O dear wolf please don't bite me"
Linden trees quiver in the grove
"I will give you my silver shoes"
She was carrying the fruit of love

"Silver shoes won't suit me at all"
Linden trees quiver in the grove
"Your young life and your blood must go"
She was carrying the fruit of love

"O dear wolf please don't bite me
I will give you my golden crown"
"A golden crown won't suit me at all
Your young 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 slightly 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, young page
Linden trees quiver in the grove
My maiden is gone, my horse is dead
She was carrying the fruit of love

I can’t help but to feel sorry about the unnamed couple in this song. Before that, the intro that takes up the first 2:45 minutes of the 6:27 minute long song sets the scenery nicely. The music is dark and quickly paced to the point that you know something bad is going to happen. The lead singer’s voice is a rich purr that fits in well with this song �?if it was translated and performed in English, it wouldn’t have as much of an impact as the Swedish version does.

At a first glance at the English translation, it sounds as if this song is a lyrical version of Little Red Riding Hood. One line repeated at each stanza makes me think this otherwise: "She was carrying the fruit of love" (Garmarna). This makes me suspect that the "maiden" isn’t much of a maiden at all, especially when the page discovers that his maiden was eaten... Along with their unborn child. When the page bewoes his discovery in the last stanza, the all of the instruments except for one drop out, leaving the singer to sing on at a slightly slower scene to emphasize the hopelessness of his condition. This, out of all of the werewolf songs that I know of, has to be the most effective song: it’s dark, serious, and hauntingly beautiful.

I saw a werewolf with a 

Chinese menu in his hand,

Walking through the streets of 

Soho in the rain. 

He was looking for the place called 

Lee Ho Fook's, 

Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein. 

Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of London, 

Ahwooooo! Ahhwooooo... 

Werewolves of London, Ahwooooo!  

You hear him howling around your kitchen door, 

You better not let him in. 

Little old lady got mutilated late last night, 

Werewolves of London again. Ahhwooooo... 

Werewolves of London, 

Ahwooooo! Ahhwooooo... 

Werewolves of London, Ahwooooo! Huh!  

He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent, 

Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair. 

You better stay away from him, 

He'll rip your lungs out, Jim, Huh! 

I'd like to meet his tailor. 

Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of London, 

Ahwooooo! Ahhwooooo... 

Werewolves of London, Ahwooooo!  

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen, 

Doing the Werewolves of London. 

I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen, 

Doing the Werewolves of London. 

I saw a werewolf drinking a 

pina colada at Trader Vic's, 

And his hair was perfect. 

Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of London, 

Huh! Draw blood! Ahhwooooo... 

Werewolves of London...