| Song | Midnight Gathering |
| Artist | Wolfchant |
| Album | A Pagan Storm |
| In a warm and mild summer night | |
| The light of the moon is glaring | |
| Friends and brothers are by my side | |
| And we are sitting around a fire | |
| The flames are dancing for us | |
| We are dancing in this night | |
| The Flames are shining for us | |
| We are brighter than the light | |
| We all hold our hands into the wind | |
| Free like the eagles tonight | |
| All sorrows are forgotten | |
| We drink and sing in our gathering | |
| We all hold our swords into sky | |
| Free like the wolves tonight | |
| The guitars are playing | |
| We drink and sing in our gathering | |
| The wind is touching my face | |
| We fill the horns with beer and mead | |
| A perfect night to celebrate | |
| And the best meat I will get | |
| Many litres of beer and mead are in me | |
| I’m trumbling through the fresh grass | |
| A girl will follow fast my path | |
| Oh night please never end! | |
| We all hold our hands into the wind | |
| Free like the eagles tonight | |
| All sorrows are forgotten | |
| We drink and sing in our gathering |
| In a warm and mild summer night | |
| The light of the moon is glaring | |
| Friends and brothers are by my side | |
| And we are sitting around a fire | |
| The flames are dancing for us | |
| We are dancing in this night | |
| The Flames are shining for us | |
| We are brighter than the light | |
| We all hold our hands into the wind | |
| Free like the eagles tonight | |
| All sorrows are forgotten | |
| We drink and sing in our gathering | |
| We all hold our swords into sky | |
| Free like the wolves tonight | |
| The guitars are playing | |
| We drink and sing in our gathering | |
| The wind is touching my face | |
| We fill the horns with beer and mead | |
| A perfect night to celebrate | |
| And the best meat I will get | |
| Many litres of beer and mead are in me | |
| I' m trumbling through the fresh grass | |
| A girl will follow fast my path | |
| Oh night please never end! | |
| We all hold our hands into the wind | |
| Free like the eagles tonight | |
| All sorrows are forgotten | |
| We drink and sing in our gathering |