What happens when you combine Icelandic saga roleplaying with being awoken at 4.30 AM by crunching bones?

A house cat's hunting song

Wake wake sleeping human!
to crunching bones and gnashing teeth
for I have caught something juicy sweet

Brown and furry, it wriggles and jumps
scurries and scampers, sneaks and squeeks
Quick am i, silent and fleet,
i scent its blood sweet so sweet.
My claws are sharp and teeth are bright
My prey will not be long for this night.
I wait in darkness patiently
hungry mouse will be my feast

Wake wake sleeping human!
to crunching bones and gnashing teeth
for mousey is so tender sweet.