On the frostbitten fields of our country In the dim of a winter full moon Hear the breeze from the shades of the forest As you stare at the towers of ice Many nights through the snow you have wondered Now you feel that your heart needs to rest Gaze upon the magnificent landscape Of the kingdom in which you were born Let them not defeat, the knowledge that you reap As a shadow among us you wonder Many nightmares you caused among them Who have hunted to kilt ail they fear Ignorance is their way to prevail Do not linger, the storm is upon you Never stop, where you head is your home To the kingdom where no man can hunt you With the pack of the winter full moon Let them not defeat, the knowledge that you reap Uncrowned king of our land Do not trust in a man Ancient lord of the hills You must prey of your kills If you hunger for more Sneak behind and be sure That you hunt in the night Cause they fear the moon light Hail the beast that will conquer the land When existence have ended for man Hail the wolf as he roams with the clan As the true northern king he will stand
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 23:11:17 +0000
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