The taste of warm blood he liked His white teeth sharp Easily pierce the armor Chainmail tore to shreds Wind covering his tracks in the snow Elusive and fast he was A horde led by him Always hunted a prey He prayed to the Gods unknown Not afraid of the night or cold In the snow blizzard Ancient instinct led him Sometimes he saw shadows Skimming through the trees Shadows from centuries ago He knew he was not alone His stern look Frozen rivals' hearts His fangs pierced the arteries Forest and mountains were his home Each beast in a horde Knew his place Strict discipline The struggle for survival forced In the long winter nights They roamed the forests and valleys Hunted the silent shadows Fleeing in a snow blizzard People feared him Sent proud hunters Who never came back Young wolves played with their bones Wolf of the North Fearless in a battle He was the first to sticks his fangs In the throat of the victim chased This dark cold land Always belong to him He was born on a cold morning He will leave in a blaze of the northern lights