The taste of warm blood he liked
His white teeth sharp
Easily pierce the armor
Chainmail tore to shreds
Wind covering his tracks in the snow
Elusive and fast he was
A horde led by him
Always hunted a prey
He prayed to the Gods unknown
Not afraid of the night or cold
In the snow blizzard
Ancient instinct led him
Sometimes he saw shadows
Skimming through the trees
Shadows from centuries ago
He knew he was not alone
His stern look
Frozen rivals' hearts
His fangs pierced the arteries
Forest and mountains were his home
Each beast in a horde
Knew his place
Strict discipline
The struggle for survival forced
In the long winter nights
They roamed the forests and valleys
Hunted the silent shadows
Fleeing in a snow blizzard
People feared him
Sent proud hunters
Who never came back
Young wolves played with their bones
Wolf of the North
Fearless in a battle
He was the first to sticks his fangs
In the throat of the victim chased
This dark cold land
Always belong to him
He was born on a cold morning
He will leave in a blaze of the northern lights
