Belt Of Fire To Guide Me, Cloak Of Night To Hide Me

Red am i in battle. red the ravens at my heels. i will keep no terms with my enemies. always on the point of perishing, always in danger--but to give an inch, to make any compromise, a single concession--is defeat. burn away these eyes that seek weakness. may their quests lead them to the wolves-- to fang, to claw, to axe, to sword.--tearing, ripping, cleaving, left by the wayside of man. red am i in battle. red the ravens at my heels.