The Retribution - Wolfhorde

Silent he rode

on the woodlands

Under the waning shroud

of ignorance

The trees whispered

of dark times ahead

He could feel

the weight of the clouds

With the wind

crawled in the fog

to devour

all of the land

Madness weighs him down

like a rock upon his shoulders

He dreads the hour

of the wolf closing in

Walking ever softly

through the abysmal mist

he saw a silhouette

of true horror

He heard the growl

and felt the hunger

Grasped his sword

ignored the fear

Madness weighs him down

like a rock upon his shoulders

He dreads the hour

of the wolf closing in

Charging against the foe

The silent god

Shoved his boot in the maw

of the beast

The wolf howled in pain

The blade had pierced

his skull through the eye

death creeping near

Madness weighs him down

like a rock upon his shoulders

He dreads the hour

of the wolf closing in