'WHITE FANG'
I wake up, everything is the same as yesterday, wandering in the same warrior barge, in this sea flooding with so much loneliness, Here I am, the great Igort 'white fang' descendant of the great white wolves of Denmark; only my great unique treasure accompanies me remember of my father, a snow white wolf, together, with a corpse of my clan, I do not know his name, but he changed my life and wanders with me in this sea.
In what a great journey I am living, of being forced out of my home, only a farewell to my son can give, it only remains in the region, in a journey inspired by greed, to distant lands where you reign other language.
Where is my god Odin, who can do everything, where is my god Thor, that the night is longer, I do not see any thunder of hope, because it leaves me.
That was worth of such a long trip, I saw only more darkness and death, that is worth my ax and my shield of oak, if death can not save me, so sinister is death, that attacks me from hunger, thirst and storm , with what I can not fight.
So much anguish and nostalgia, that I had to kill someone to reach our clan, to find the first coast in the crossing, disembarked, running like wolves, thirsty for hunting, in the suburbs of the forest, we found a refuge of religious, so only, I have in my hands, some reliquaries of that place, that torments me to see it, how death came, in my hands, on that kneeling man and kissing this reliquaries, with a clemency voice to call me pagan, I saw him as an insult and kill him without mercy, to see him on the bed of his death, comes to my two more with such a simple dagger to defend himself, I only saw a reflection and wrapped by a shadow of a blink of an eye, was one of my clan that I saw with that two daggers crossed his back, the fear invaded me, I just ran, under my shoulder lay my savior, dragged him to our ship, to reach the coast only heard the cry of my wolf screaming freedom, as we can ride, paddling incessantly, far from that place, the night shelters us aimlessly.
I only ask the gods, that if I die, it will no longer be like a warrior, only a white fang, I implore you to let in the Walhalla, to rest in peace.
AUTHOR:@chetoblackmetal.