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The Barbarian

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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Written by
josiah-wilson
American
Published
Jun 7, 2014
Lines·Words
14·87
Tags
#fear#death#battle#blood#cold#violence#rage#fury#north#barbarian
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