"To brave the Northern Pass

in dead of winter?  Thou has

resigned thyself to death."

"We fear not death, nor hardship

for we are fighting men.

War calls us North and we shall

go to defend our homeland."

The cold was hard, but not as

the sight that froze our blood.

The Beast, he roared and shook its

mangy head.  A muttered curse, an

oath swore to see the hellspawn dead.

Our swords like fire, sang a song of

lethal steel.  The beast had met its match,

five strong warriors who fought back to back.

Alas the Beast would not so easily be slain,

and saw I him four my brothers maim.

"He took my eye, but I his head.  A small price

for him to pay.  By his hand four my Brothers dead.

So hear my tale green young lad, and heed its

meaning well.  For that pass in Wintertimes

holds no horrors steel can't quell."