Beastkin

You surely have never witnessed how the offspring of Clydamas avenged him.
The warrior, blessed by the sky father, was strangled by their brother upon returning home.
The nightingale heard the breath of Thanatos first,
The ten-horned beast sniffed out the murderer, and the dromas mourned its nurturer.
They recall the youth once standing on a mountain, raising an eagle to the sky,
Summoning a pride of lions on a plain, and carrying forward the heroes.
The taste of blood lingered on the tip of the direwolf's tongue,
Given by him as they fell into the trap together.
Surely you have heard of the hunter who never killed his prey.
His arrows flew only toward enemies that harmed the world.
The beasts raised by the youth still guard the homeland from afar.
Beneath the forest lie the corpses of the unrighteous.