Slaine: The Berzerker
Tyrants Blood
A once great king, confined to an eternal fortress
The battle frenzied power of an undead warrior
Flaming spear of the sun comes alive
Legends everlasting
To the earthen prison he is bound
Enriching the blade with deeds of violence
Ritualistically killed, he is gone from us now
Sacred maidens of eternal flame
Led to dictatorship and misery
Invigorated by the spoils of war
Cauldron of blood and sword of moon
Power to feed the thirsty slaughter withdrawn
Cauldron of blood and sword of moon
King of kings the horned God
Look beyond life to the higher realms
Submerged deep within the subconscious
Grotesque inversions of life
Insufferable destruction, desirable ending in sight
Lamenting the unbearable absence prayer
The manuscripts drenched in virgin filth
Slaine will ask for blood
Slaine will lessen the loss
The absence is over
The conjuring of the deity is dormant at the gate of death
Slaine, decaying specter
Savagely shortens miseries of life on this plain
Slanes venomous blood
Crimson fluid carried by the wind
Slaughtered warriors through processes restrained
Slaine, the tortured scream
Blood shall be the battle nourishing
The blade in the bodies of his enemies
Mangled flesh, rotting and impotent
Cruel vengeance
Violence is all on impulse
Relishing the prospect of an easy kill
Uncongenial the carnage
Ordaining slaughter and destruction
Rise, destroy!
Slaine has them all groveling for mercy
Eyes without life stare blankly into the distance
Screams of the living
Thunder from chariots
Slaines legend grows
Nothing left to overthrow
The battle has been won
Brooding on the failed action of the one appointed the horned God
Rest the blade on the bodies piled high in an act of glory
Putrescent revenge is a cherished gift he bestows
Let the fight of smoke and mirrors clear the cool night sky
He waits to meet you there, he will lead you there
Battle weary soldiers raise the blade
Glory bound marching to salvation
Dead to the realms executed in a fury
Contusions too much too bare
Distant voices growing louder, getting stronger
Fallen empires trampled over and disposed of
Distant voices growing louder getting stronger
The horned God, slaine