Eye Of The Gods

It is in blood, and fire,
where one may move higher.
victories large and small,
are what's discussed in the great hall.
Tests of iron against flesh,
is how one becomes the best.

Marching in ranks untold,
the hunger makes us bold.
Raised as much by the blizzards as by the axe,
as familiar to a cold meal, as to a skull's crack.
Witnessing terrors to make a man insane ten fold,
Made of legends all, we were foretold.

It is by fur and rage we kept warm,
Perhaps the greatest gift from Khorne.
Able to take what we need,
we are not made weak by greed.
For all we want can be found on the field of battle,
bloodsoaked like wolves among cattle.