Winter's Wolves

Can't you see what you have wrought here?

Bloody battles will be fought here

May the mountains rise against you

May the forests block your path

May your axes chip and shatter

And know it is my wrath

I would mount your heads on the bloody spears

Outside your palace gates

And watch as crows peck out your eyes

And your cities are laid to waste

Can't you see what you have wrought here?

A curse on you and all your kin

Bloody battles will be fought here

Await your doom at empire's end

May the wivers rush to drown you

Nay the earth swallow your hosts

May the winter's wolves surround you

And rip the life from your throats