Feast Of Sargonnas

There once was a barbarian

blood-soaked, brutal, strong,

He wept, for he had no talent

for poetry and song

So he asked the gods to bless him

with the voices of a bard,

so that he might serenade them

after leaving foemen scarred!

"Seek you the Golden Horn,

traverse the Desert of Waning,

To the Korbliconnin

swiftly shall you ride!

Fill the goblet full, my son,

of the minotaur's blood.

And drink in the ambrosia

of Eternal Song."

Now the swords shall raise high,

and the wine will flow

Celebrating he who makes

the journey long and cold.

A bacchanalian image

of lustful revelry

To his horse, on his last quest,

the young man now will ride

There goes our Hero,

our next last hope!

He goes for glory,

more likely to the Gods!

We'll feast for Sargonnas,

yet he takes another son.

A worthy sacrifice

for the gift of Eternal Song!

In fire-Sargonnas appears!

Bull's head triumphantly rears!

Laughing in a triumphant sneer…