Born a bloody warrior from time;
Nothing ever shivering my spine.
Murder for me is not a crime;
Unholy vengeance is mine.
In battle I am a dancer;
With the sword I beat the drum.
In death I am a drinker;
With blood as my rum.
I leap from space to time,
Stepping on skulls;
My muscles and machete rhyme,
Cutting through guts and galls.
I bash on the foe’s head,
Moving as the breeze.
I watch his blood shed,
Making his heart cease.
I run though a troop
As though unseen;
Laying waste with one scoop
With skills so keen.
Flawless and tireless,
Drugged with my allies’ cheers;
Fearless and merciless,
Drunk on the enemies’ fears.
See the blood flowing like premium wine;
The cluttered bodies like heaped cherries.
See the enemies’ graves of best design;
Swords dyed hot-red like strawberries.
Epilogue:
Rest comes to the lazy!
At dusk we wine and dine,
Drive the night crazy,
And grow a drunken spine.
I Feel Shadows 