Where glaciers gleam and peaks hold tight,
Orserk awakens, bathed in frozen light.
Fur the color of blizzards old,
A creature of fury, with a heart of gold.
Once protector, stoic and strong,
Guiding herds, where blizzards belong.
But greed arose, with hearts impure,
Twisting kindness, leaving wounds unsure.
With icy claws and blizzard breath,
It guards its home, defying death.
Mountain’s rumble, echoes of its might,
Protecting balance, day and fading night.
Legends speak of power untold,
Hidden within, stories yet unfold.
Can warmth be found, where fury burns?
Or will the storm forever churn?
Through frozen valleys and windswept snow,
Orserk charges, a chilling show.
Hope seems lost, in icy plight,
Will harmony return, or fade from sight?
But deep within, a memory wakes,
Of glaciers calm, and crystal lakes.
Perhaps the beast, with frozen soul,
Can find redemption, make itself whole.
So let it rage, a cleansing storm,
And from the fury, hope be born.
For Orserk holds, a hidden key,
To mend the land, and finally be free.