Berserker's Requiem

Against shields I charge

Spears and swords I block

When the chance comes

I will crush their heads

The odds to survive

Are now but none

Dilacerating those bastards

I hold my ground

Eyes filled with rage

Hand holding a blood red mace

Ground covered by broken skulls

As I remain slaying those fools

I keep raging on and on

I've already lost the count of

The number of dead bodies

But the end of their army

Still cannot be seen

Surprised they watch

A smile emerge on my face

Guess they can't understand

The thrill to face death itself