6 May 2012
Warrior you've battled, and hardened in your heart.
Screams for mercy you cast aside as limbs you cut apart.
Never frightened of battle, it's your dreams that haunt you now.
No regrets, none consciously, with war you made your vow.
You'd ride against an army and never fear the odds, your sword, your steed, your faithful friends, your oath to pagan gods.
When the wars are over, where will you rest your head?
How will you get to sleep at night as you toss and turn in bed?
You swore to make no friends in life, so no friends wait for you.
No love, just painted harlots, at night to get you through.
You lived life for glory, you spilled blood upon the land.
A sacrifice to ancient ones, a gift from bloody hands.
When you die they'll take you in, and you'll become like them.
A vengeful god, a warrior, a predator of men!
Warrior • Opuss № I