battle-axe
burning through the air.
Seeking out a skull
to split open.
Like a virgin
the skull splits apart.
Sheds warm red blood.
Sheds life.
*
Still I burn and yearn
for warm blood
for someone elses life.
The fight is on.
The night cold and calm.
Iced steam flares
from my nostrils.
Entangled in battle.
Hands calm cool
blind.
*
The battle-axe is my shepherd
I shall not want
It makes me want to fight
In nights of hate
It leads me through battle rough
It’s shaft and steel will lead me through
and comfort me
In deaths dark valley
I shall spill blood
Red rivers of hate and fear
Victory will always be mine.
Oud-Berchem, Antwerpen, België