As I wander these plains alone,
I remember the battle atop the ridge
Seven winters ago.
Where I found my love,
But at the paws of a ferret, Slashclaw, she was terribly slain
With vengeance in my eyes I charged Slashclaw,
Fighting like a berserker,
Wild screaming flew across the battle field,
The two armies clashed!
Once the mist of blood and spit cleared,
Only two figures remained,
Slashclaw, and Tatterack
Fighting and running,
I finally killed him,
The screams of my love went around in my head,
As I remembered the battle atop the ridge,
Seven winters ago.