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The Skald's Lay of Fenrir

In Torvaldsland's gale, 'neath Kur's mad howl,
Fenrir was born—storm's orphan child.
Forge-tempered giant, six feet eight tall,
Forty-two stone, voice like thunder's call.

Chains and axe taught patience's art,
Kurri-heart pierced, lone in the dark.
Hall razed in blood, kin lost to the pyre,
Vengeance his road, Ylva's son by his fire.

Wraith-Axe roams Gor, bonds at his chain,
First of Ironhall, unbreakable reign.
Hear his low rumble—shields rise, foes flee,
Storm-born Axe, wild and free.