Bearing the Pelt of the Wolf King

In the, days of old
Before, boys were men
The rite of passage is passed from fathers
Your time, draws near
Your fate, is clear

My very bloodline courses through your veins

My son, do not fear
For that, is but drear
Come forth and take the reins of destiny

The hour, is late
The gods, forsake

To be a coward is forbidden in these lands

Father can't you see
I'm not meant to be
This warrior of prestige
These new dreams I see
Borderless and free
A fire within me

My test, to you son
Take horse, let it run
Gallop faster than the waking winds
A test, is born
A hunt, what for?
To prove the worth of future clansmen
Go slay, the alpha wolf
Produce, the hide as proof
No options of failure are accepted
Have faith, in Odin
Keep true, prayers spoken
Walk the path and kill all who WAIT

Father can't you see
I'm not meant to be
This warrior of prestige
These new dreams I see
Borderless and free
A fire within me

So there I was wandering in the lonesome dark
The tracks head north bound through the twisted frost bit arks
Between the treeline, black figures come abroad
I raise my spear to slay these flea bag ridden wargs
As a pack, they surround the little lamb
Predators thinking this is its last chance
But I know better, my father taught me well
I shall skin their hides and wear their pelts

At last
The wolf king
Approaches
They give chase in an instant
I hold my ground
And say one final prayer
This battle is but a final climatic end
Blinded by the rage that flows within
Ripping and tearing, the dogs limb from limb
The wolf king falls, with one single blow
His head atop my stake; a man I am now.

Father can't you see
I'm not meant to be
This warrior of prestige
These new dreams I see
Borderless and free
A fire within me

Father can't you see
I'm not meant to be
This warrior of prestige
These new dreams I see
Borderless and free
A fire within me