Pauper of Souls - Mael Mórdha

From black hills I descend

A barbarous Man

A wolf amid sheep

Amongst humanity’s… finest

Floundering like Rats

Blind in the daylight

They crawl and scrabble

O’er the scraps of mistruth and myth

Far better to be of faith

Black and Barbarous

Than of no faith at all

A wolf alone on a hillside deserted

Than one of a flock… faceless

Miserable wretches

Swamped with a faceless grey

They huddle cold and doomed

Doomed to die despite Death’s guiding hand

From black hills I descend

A barbarous Man

A wolf amid sheep

Amongst humanity’s finest

Far better to be of faith Black and Barbarous

Than one of a flock…

…Destined to die

A pauper of life’s riches

Destined to die

A pauper of Souls