Berserk

I
I stand before the coming clash of steel,
The enemy ranks, stretch wide across the field.
I see the fear, already in their eyes,
As rising wrath, awakens deep inside.

Bridge
Odin, fill my heart, with rage, harden bone and skin,
Let the beast awaken deep and grow within.

II
Their shields are locked, their warriors stand tall,
But soon their blood, will soak the earth and fall.
I feel the rage, of battle take control.
While Odin's call, awakens deep my soul.

III
The madness burns behind my rage-filled eyes,
I hear the dying echo through their cries.
My sword splits bone beneath the darkened sky,
And no one, who stand before me, leave alive.

IV
I crash against the shields like storm-torn waves,
And send their trembling warriors to their graves.
One man begs the gods while crawling through the slain,
I thrust my blade straight down and silence him in pain.

Interlude
BERSERK - I walk the bloody road of death.
BERSERK - The battle drums become my breath.
BERSERK - The ancient gods have heard my cry.
BERSERK - Beneath their gaze I will never die.

BERSERK - No fear remains, no mortal voice survives.
BERSERK - Only rage and iron keeps the beast alive.

BERSERK - The ravens circle low to taste the dead tonight.
BERSERK - Valhalla waits beyond the burning firelight.
BERSERK - I cannot tell if I still breath or bleed.
BERSERK - The beast inside has killed the man in me.

V
A mounted warrior rides, straight at me,
The charging horse strikes fearlessly and free.
Its hooves nearly, crush my skull in the mud,
I slip aside and drown, both beasts in blood.

My sword comes down, with all the rage I bear,
It tears through horse and rider then and there.

The horse screams and crashes to the ground,
While shattered armor rings with heavy sound.

Hot blood pours across the frost beneath my feet,
My sword cuts flesh and turns the snow to steaming meat.

VI
Three warriors charge at once with blades held high,
I meet their roar, with madness in my eyes.
One brutal swing cuts through their necks in line,
And sends their servered heads into the grime.

VII
Their chieftain swings his sword, but panic slows his hand,
I drive my sword deep through his neck and stand.
Hot blood runs thick across my fur and chest,
The snow turns black where fallen warriors rest.

Odin, let my name be worthy within tonight,
And if I fall today, receive me when I die.