the last head falls to the ground no one is left alive they thought that they could take me down but it s not my time to die i wipe the blood from my sword and slide it in my belt this is the sweetest of rewards the best rush i have felt ten men are dead by my feet i smell their streaming blood and i smile cause it makes me makes me feel so good they were crawling on their knees begging for their pathetic lives now their souls belong to me as well as their eyes each man has something that i crave i eat their steaming eyes and drink their blood to make them my slaves at oden s feat in afterlife i bring the skulls to my shrine where silent gods stand guard soak them in blood and in wine a sacrificial ritual one thousand heads are on display collected through years of thirst macabre trophies from my prey picked clean of flesh by oden s birds i am i am a wolf in human shape i am i am a predator with flaming rage i m a wolf in human shape every man is prey a predator with flaming rage blood is in my trace i will die with sword in hand and then my seat s secured when oden calls from golden hall he will greet me at the door