Wolverine Bastards - Vreid

Wasted ashore by a stormfull flood

Left behind by their natural kin

Raised by disrespected peasants

Born with nothing, but with a world to win

Set aside as a waste of nature

No companion for the wealthy clan

Mocked and feared for their appearance

Blessed by divine beauty and strenght

Their youthful spirits urge to rebel

Their nature is to seek

A rebellion adored by their peers

Hatred by the king and his head

Never responding to threats

Hunting down looters of unjust

Their youthful spirits urge to rebel

Their nature is to seek

As the night embrace the hills

They shape as their mothers shame

Wolverine bastards roam these hills

A devilish dance stampede their game