Liam Neeson in a plane crash,
And it's 40 degrees below.
It's like Aslan in Alaska,
It's like Schindler in the snow.
The wild dogs are howling now,
There's no place left to go.
Even when souls are taken,
Ottway tries to lead the way
But he can't release a Kraken,
to keep the wolves at bay.
All he has are wits and will,
to extend his earthly stay.
Darkman would have used disguise,
Rob Roy would wield a sword,
Or Qui-Gon Jinn would use the force,
To face the hairy hordes.
But all he has are frightened men,
And death can't be ignored.
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