Letras
Mist crawls low on blood-soaked ground
The wind is still, death is the sound
He stands alone with painted skin
The rage inside begins to spin
Wolf-hide cloak and eyes like flame
No kin to man, no thirst for fame
The gods have marked him for the fight
He dreams in red, he wakes in night
He roars through fire, breaks the line
Steel won't stop that wrath divine
In trance he strikes, no mind, no pain
A storm of death, unchained, insane
Axes fall like pounding rain
Shields are split and bones in strain
He moves like beasts not born of men
Then fades to mist and strikes again
His breath turns sharp, his fingers cold
He feels the ancient forces hold
The rage consumes, the world turns black
No fear remains, no turning back
He roars through fire, breaks the line
Steel won't stop that wrath divine
In trance he strikes, no mind, no pain
A storm of death, unchained, insane
Skies turn dark, the blood runs fast
Every blow could be his last
But still he stands, still he kills
Bound to none, obeys no wills
Now silence falls, the drums grow dim
No soul remains to challenge him
The trance recedes, the beast is gone
But tales of him will still live on