"Deep in the darkest forest a howl rips through the night,
 catching unwary travellers filling them with fright.
The pack descended on them tearing them apart, and on a widfelled tree, He stood and watched , his grey hair and beard catching moonlights falling beam.
My Brothers he cried in his deep voice, run and escape the iron fire, for too long we have been chased and harried, come join together and be as one, fight as one, survive as one.
Come brothers ,join together.
He ran at their head leading them on ,like silver streaks of moonlight in the midnight hour.
Silver hair streamin in the wind , his beard bristling and dripping with rain, he carried a sword of metal unknown and to hear it sing was death itself.