Clamor, hammer, din undying,
Cracking skulls so satisfying,
Smashing teeth and painting red,
All the bones to make my bread.

Sunder, plunder, quaking ground,
Hankering for more to pound,
Stringing teeth on slick sinew,
Fashioning fitting tributes.

Wrecking, wracking skeletons,
Splitting teeth and bleeding gums,
Flaying skins and tanning hides,
Finding out just what's inside.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 9th of Variach, in the year 494 MA.