WAKE THE DRAUGR

Steal my crown and face my blade,
No living soul escapes this shade.
I wore a crown when seas were wild,
A warlord born a winter's child.
My brothers burned upon the tide,
I chose the tool man would not die.
Now every footstep feeds my rage,
Each heartbeat turns another page.
Your warm blood calls across the gloom,
A scarlet flame inside my tomb.