He was the last of neanderthals He made his home in mountain halls Hunger forced him to descend To the lands of newer men Kill the cattle of the lord Knights pursue with pike and sword Hunted beast-man on the moor Runs 'till he can run no more Thrice as strong as the strongest man Enraged he turns to make his stand Shredded flesh and shattered bones Soldiers dead he stands alone A cry of victory fills the night "I am Ogre and I will fight!"