Onward into the heart of battle
Fought the sons of Odin.
Outnumbered many times
Still - they fought on.
Blood poured forth from their wounds
Deep into the earth.
Vultures waited for the broken shells
That once were bodies. But Odin alone would choose the day
They would enter Valhalla.
And in their hour of need
He sent forth onto them The Berserker Rage.
Now gods in men,
They rose up from the ground
Screaming like wild animals.
Such is the gift of absolute power.
No blade or weapon could harm them.
They killed men and horses alike,
And all who stood before them died that day.
Hail Gods Of War!
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