George the War Hound

War hound! War hound! Mud on his muzzle, lightning 'round his

chest. Little black shadow that outruns death. Leather strapped collar, teeth like broken

spears. Whispers in the campfire say he smells your fear.

George the war hound. Name carved deep in the shield. Little powder-keel demon

makes the toughest knights yield. When the banners start to shake and the brave

ones turn and crawl. If you hear those claws on stone,

then George has come to take it all. Torchlight on rubble,

ash against the dawn. Scratch marks on armour from battles long gone.