A WARRIOR'S SONG


by

Frater M.E.D.

My Sword I wield with practiced skill.
I thirst for blood, I'm ready to kill!
The Rod of Iron is at my side --
To buise and beat the bastard's hide!
My armour gleams in beams of Light --
I'm ready and eager for the fight!
Sound the trumpet! Sound the drum!
Bring on the foe! Confront the Son!
Lift up thine arm -- prepare to fight!
Ah look at all the cowards in flight!
Both left and right I swing my blade --
The warrior's not a warrior if he's paid!
My strength springs from another source.
I am filled with a god's fire and force.
Be damned and dead my Christian foe!
'Tis time to reap what thou didst sow!
'Tis time to die a death so wild
At the hand of the Beast's Magical Child!

© The Newaeon Newsletter, Volume I, Number 1, 22nd of December 1977 E.V.

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