There she goes little lone wolf,

Her paws are shaky, her calves so small,

Her tail’s a bit worried, something’s wrong,

Her brain is though ready, her heart is firm,

She is hunting with her master,

Poor pup’s growing fast,

Unaware of the fate and disastrous facts,

Clamping of metal starts to roar,

Distracting the pup, terrorizing the coach,

With worried brows and sad eyes, she whined,

Howled, but with singing swords.

Hear the howling, rushed the roaring lion towards,

The real eyes realize, the real lies and the rest,

“Are you lions or snakes to bully a child?” Asked the drunken master,

“Say no to a god of death, Begone my child and faster.”

“Come with me Forel, they are many and you one,”

“The first sword of bravos will never hide, won’t run.”

The crying wolf was running clumsily, mumbling some words,

The whole pack was killed, by the lion herds,

The paws and claws were drenched in blood,

Withers, flank, rump covered in red mud,

Yowling she looked back to see the stronghold burn,

Cry now baby girl, you will be stronger in return.

The claws will grow

And the flaws will go,

And skin will be hard to cut,

You will slaughter these lions,

These b**tards will join,

The wolves in hell to rot,

Their names will be lost,

Their house will be toasted,

They’ll be wiped from earth again,

This war will end by killing a friend,

A brother and a frozen man.