King of the city streets, King of the Great North.
Many a beast fell at his fangs, many a canine bowed in his shadow.
Fierce eyes burn with an ancestral fire, a fire that can never be tamed.
Oak and pine sway at his call, the fog veils his battle-worn form.
He’s called the Stray, the living heart of Unchained, legend of the wilds.
mate-center I love you with all my heart. Unchained would never be the amazing group it is now without you. You make it strong, you make us strong. You inspire us, love us, and teach us to become better people.
Not many people can do what you have done. You make the world a much better place, a place worth living in.
Unchained loves you, and so do I.