Lord of the north

I need a war for end all heart's war,
I need the brimless ice field freezing my hatred,
Let me see the origin of the world,
Let me see the eyes of my master.

No man know a rat's feeling,
No man can hear the ghost calling,
No man wants an ugly oaf work for them,
They see me just like to see a heap of shits.

I doubt these all painful anathema,
I doubt whether I am one of the human being or not.
Jesus, why did you sent me to the human being?
I don't want to face this kind of suffering life any more...

Only hope Satan take me leave,
Only hope the war flames bury these all,
Only wants to sent the soul flying free,
Whatever living or die.

Fancying once I'll be a warrior following our master Satan,
Fancying I'll be a super hero to build a new world,
Fancying once I kill all my fear,
Kill the shadows of "human-phobia".

I'm the lord of the north,
I'm the mountain and forest,
I'm the moonlight and I'm the fog,
I'm the wolves calling in the night.

Fantasy about freedom…