Belt Of Fire To Guide Me, Cloak Of Night To Hide Me

Red am I in battle. Red the ravens at my heels

I will keep no terms with my enemies. Always on

The point of perishing, always in danger--but to

Give an inch, to make any compromise, a single

Concession--is defeat. Burn away these eyes that

Seek weakness. May their quests lead them to the

Wolves-- to fang, to claw, to axe, to sword.--tearing

Ripping, cleaving, left by the wayside of man

Red am I in battle. Red the ravens at my heels