A harsh wind howls over the mountains
But I stand tall, alone and unbowed
With my wild hair and pelts
I am the barbarian, fierce and proud
No weapon can fell me, no man can best me
For I vanquish all with my axe and my shield
Flee now before my might and wrath
To my power surrender, to my fury yield
Like the wild north wind I come
Laying low all in sight
So cower in fear, you soft ones
And flee fast into the night
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
A harsh wind howls over the mountains
But I stand tall, alone and unbowed
With my wild hair and pelts
I am the barbarian, fierce and proud
No weapon can fell me, no man can best me
For I vanquish all with my axe and my shield
Flee now before my might and wrath
To my power surrender, to my fury yield
Like the wild north wind I come
Laying low all in sight
So cower in fear, you soft ones
And flee fast into the night
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