I was a child
 when they took me away from my family
 I remember long and frosty winter
 and people looking hopelessly for food
 from this ancient time
 our [bad word] lord ordered us
 to look as dogs eat christian children
 we were standing together and
 cold wind was freezing our faces
 our blood was hot
 we learned to worship death
 we were the children of his favourite herd
 future warriors, future wolves
 our [bad word] lord ordered us to drink human blood
 ordered us to eat human flesh
 I got my first sword
 I couldnt take it up easy
 But i had to take it up
 because I would be meat for dogs
 I know the [bad word] code of life
 spartan way of life, and draconian laws
 I've grown as a warrior
 close to nature, close to roots
 now i'm the [bad word]  the last of the [bad word] lords herd
 When i was a child, i knew the [bad word]  I learned to hate everything I loved.