Song of the Berserkers


torn asunder,
bent by the crooked hand
the god of thunder
harken to me for I bare your mark!
blood running deep, boiled, burning, burying
oh sanity! what call have you of me?!

red is the forgone conclusion
forgotten in the rifts of time
my soul forever in battle
the death, swallowed and sipped like wine
while the devils sift their wheat
for they are many, and I am but one

where are my brothers?
those ferocious lions with whom I bled and died
it is not forgotten, my fellow warriors
it has been set free, that dusk dawning, turning the tides
their fate is doom, and we are the bringers of it!
go now, into the deep beyond, ye of olde
for ours shall be fought forever!

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