Be'lakor - Venator

As I skulked past the gates 
And drew behind the stones 
The winding trees enveloped 
The cloak around my bones 

Peering through the night''s mist 
I crept through the fen 
To try and find the totem 
In the grey warg''s den 

The freezing forest guards 
The secrets that he wrought 
His spirit lies on every twig 
His scent infests the haunt 

His howling cut the still air 
His cry up to the stars 
The piercing bay of his rage 
Tore the beat out of my heart 

To the entrance 
I stalked up in the shadows 
His breathing I could hear 
Rasping in the barrows 

Silently my dagger slid 
From its ice-cracked sheath 
His bloody maw emerging 
His jowls hung raw beneath 

Like those that lusted below me 
My mind was always snared 
The totem drew my senses 
The grey warg drew my fear 

His giblet eyes surveyed me 
His haggard haunch was raised 
Rearing up his splintered paw 
He struck me in a daze