Slaying Songs: A Reaver's Hymn

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In honor of berserkers the world over...

 

In the winter cold I rise

Look the killer in the eyes

Spilling blood I claim my prize

Singing slaying songs.


In the woodlands dark and sere

Where the creatures creep in fear

I will light a fire here

Singing slaying songs.

In a castle's empty shell

Haunted by the fiends of hell

Axes toll a killing knell

Singing slaying songs


On the ocean's tide they come

Chests of gold and casks of rum

Think I'll go and take me some

Singing slaying songs.

 

Through the city streets I walk

See the demon-shadow stalk

Now his outline's drawn in chalk

Singing slaying songs



On the land or on the sea

Doesn't matter much to me

Last thing that you hear will be

My savage slaying song.


© Alfred W. Smith Jr.

 

 

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