Fight, young child,

Hold that wild.

Brace yourself, the battle approaches.

Fly arrows, Strike torches.

Vital is this fight for wild;

Loose your tongue, ****** be the mild.

You were born wild, child.

Before the worn-on sorrow smiles

Before your very soul was filed.

Reach bright warrior, reach for wild.

There find you the truer smiles.

Breath in fire, breath out time.

Burn your file, wild child.