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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