I
Bezerker’s Song
Your vicious venom nurtures my warrior-spirit
The chaotic kernel germinates and madness blooms
My flesh rages like an all consuming inferno
And in this moment, all you are is doomed
Encounter vengeance; the ire of all who formed me
Partake of ancestral thunder's wrath
Witness howl; war cry everlasting
Stand stunned in Thor's onward rolling path
Berserkers' rage!
Dark warrior-mage
Possessed by wraiths
Of a distant age
I am hatred;
Walking war!
The filth and faith
Of those gone before!
From the Ygdrasil, I've picked the World of Madness
And devoured it. Now it dwells in me
Odin's wrath and Freya's passion
Pour from my being like a blood red sea
Today I'll sleep the sleep of Death
But you, too, shall find slumber at my hand
I'll wake a king in sweet Valhalla
Until I'm called up by young berserker's hand
Beserkers' rage!
Dark warrior-mage
Possessed by wraiths
Of a distant age
I am hatred;
Walking war!
The filth and faith
Of those gone before
II
Paladin Song
Rabid spirits riding rivers of will
With no desires, but to maim and kill
Are rolling down the western hill
Believing they are spirit filled
But, we, with honor and valor fight
Indwelled with the only true God's might
And the heathens shall be crushed tonight
Devoured by the power of light
With holiness
Paladins stand devout!
And as we clash
God's name cry out!
We'll put the
Hellish fires out
And destroy these demons
Spewed from Satan's mouth!
Destined by our Father and Lord
To spill the black blood of the heathen horde
By holy armor and blessed sword
To spread His Word from shore to shore
And if we are slain at the fiends' filthy hands
Beyond death lies the Promised Land
And we'll be greeted by angels grand
And Walk with God on golden sands
With holiness
Paladins stand devout!
And as we clash
God's name cry out!
We'll put the
Hellish fires out
And destroy these demons
Spewed from Satan's mouth!
III
Sage Song
I am not of Paladin
Or Viking seed
I'm my own man
Alone and free
If the Christian God
Or Odin's band exist
I bet they'll cry
When they witness this!
I hide from men in nature's peace
I eat forest fruits and converse with beasts
I find no need for gold or feast
I don't understand war or hate in the least
I claim no land, no race, no lord
Of the holy crusaders or heathen horde
I own no bow, no spear, no sword
I have no need for these bloody wars
I am not of Paladin
Or Viking seed
I'm my own man
Alone and free
If the Christian God
Or Odin's band exist
I bet they'll cry
When they witness this!