To the death - to the glory

And the fight for my sanity

It's a long, long ride back to my home

Ahead, I only see misadventure

A man who only sees death

A winding path to power

Is cobbled with indignities

A life turns to sour

The only crime is a poor pedigree

Feasting on flotsam

And now the crows clean your bones

Son of the father

As you follow your path

Into the unknown

Riding hard through an uncharted land

With treacherous travels

The sky filled with circling birds of prey

Am I unleashing the gates of hell

Headhunters and cannibals

Surrounding my steed

The stench of rot and sights of despair

I steady my step and takе heed

I give attention

To what wrath may come my way

If I rеach the edge of the island

I make camp at the end of the day