Wolves of Victory

As the moon lights the path,
we hear howling from behind
pack of wolves are closing in,
hungry for flesh and death.

Draw your sword my friend,
feel the taste of blood
pick up your shield and prepare,
our life comes to an end.

With a roar we run to marshes,
the only place where we could win
hungry beasts follow us there,
this will be last of their sunsets.

I tilt my head to side with words,
last words to my home
clenching the sword in hand
say farewell to those I love.

When I fall down,
take my weapons friend
raise a cairn for all to see
and kill all without a frown.

Raise a cairn for all to see,
victory comes to my memory.


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