Belt of Fire to Guide Me, Cloak of Night to Hide Me - Thou

Red am I in battle.

Red the ravens at my heels

I will keep no terms with my enemies.

Always on

The point of perishing, always in danger--but to

Give an inch, to make any compromise, a single

Concession--is defeat.

Burn away these eyes that

Seek weakness.

May their quests lead them to the

Wolves-- to fang, to claw, to axe, to sword.--tearing

Ripping, cleaving, left by the wayside of man

Red am I in battle.

Red the ravens at my heels