We might have a bit of a fight on our hands with this one. :P
"Call yourself alive? I promise you you'll be deafened by dust falling on the furniture,
you'll feel your eyebrows turning to two gashes, and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings."
you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into jarmund!! our teeth shall rip at your throat! our hoofs shall crush your genitals! our bahs of victory shall echo through the night!