Fields Of Rage

Medievel setting about a berserker created for war the hunted by his creators

Fields of Rage
by David Dwain Dowdy

Welcome to my fields of rage
Looking for another battle to wage
Blood stained arena, my kindred's den
Havoc floats in the air so thin

Howling madness floods my soul
Nothing but sadness, my life as a whole
Gravestones mark my fallen prey
But there is not one for me today

Holy masses scour the land
Carrying crosses, with torches in hand
They're right behind me and dragging a cage
But they've just entered my fields of rage

All life is simple, there's no special plan
I'm out for vengeance with blood soaked hands
Save your prayers for me and write a new page
And never again cross my Fields Of Rage