My back towards the south
I stand amidst the dusk
The memory of the southern sun in mind
A cold broadsword in my frostbitten hands
Slowly raising the blade to make my final stand
Dozen pairs of hungry eyes
Like blazing gems of bloodlust
They stare at me
Their howls fill the sky
Locked in a stalemate as the sunlight fades away
Before the trees devour the light I see the beastly claws
Too tired to run, too frozen to flee
No funeral pyres to send me on my way
No shining sun, no silvery light from above
As I prepare to meet my last true test
Their growls and howling echo across the frozen woodlands
It's not "me or them"
It's how many beasts I can take with me
Swinging the blade against a furious storm black claws
A flurry of fur and snow rages all around me
Their teeth dig deep but I can't feel the pain
My body's gone numb while crossing this icy plain
I feel its closing as more wolves join the hunt
Our blood paints the scenery with every single bite
I drop down on my knees in to the bloodred snow
I drive my steel into the ice and unleash my defiant howl
Too tired to run, too frozen to flee
No funeral pyres to send me on my way
No shining sun, no silvery light from above
As I prepare to meet my last true test
Their growls and howling echo across the frozen woodlands
It's not "me or them"
It's how many beasts I can take with me