I step out of the fire and into the light,

I wander this land in search of a fight.

My family dead, my friends are all gone,

I hang my head, for a moment, I'm ashamed of what I have done.

My bow in hand , my spear across my back,

I search the snow for just one track.

Then I see them ahead, but they dont see me,

In stealth mode I creep up on them full of glee.

These Firebog filth and Elven scum

Have no idea the havok that silently comes.

I ready my bow, and squint my eyes,

The Druid in my aim is the first that dies.

They scatter in fear, wondering where I can be,

My wolf leaps into the fray ,for a moment the heat is off me.

Again I aim, and another Elf falls,

Far of in the distance the war horn calls.

I know they are coming, my time here is near,

But for my life I care not,I show these infadels no fear!

Into the fray I plung , my blood red spear ablaze,

I decapate a human while he stands in a daze.

I flow thru the forms, my body and spear are one,

Till I feel a sharp pain in my back, I know my time has come.

I slow not my attack, one more I can KILL,

The Elf stands near me , I fall on him with my will.

My wolf is all bloodied, my life blood flows free,

Its a sweat taste of victory, my life flows from me.

As I fall to the ground my wolf sounds out a cry,

His master is slain, even tho he did try.

He bounds thru the forest, looking for new prey to find,

But he will never find one so caring and kind.

I lay in the snow just before death over takes me,

A door opens wide, my wife and children I can see.

I walk to the door, but feel a sharp tug,

My friends have resurrected me, the cables pull snug.

NOOOO I scream as I am drug back to the pain,

Plateau looks down at me thru the down pouring rain.

"Not yet my brother there are still too many to slay,

Our time will come but that is not today."

I nod, stand and pick up my bow,

We trot thru the forest with my wolf in tow.

We sneak up a hill and they lay out below us,

The hatred inside me burns with a new force.

"I will not rest, wont give in to death,

Till Midgard is free from these Hiberian filth!!"

With a scream of defiance and a light in our eyes,

We charge down the hill headless of our lives!

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