Ogre

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!"