Warcry - Warcult

A night of warcult rituals
Preparations for victorious war
Women to the men for nightly pleasures
And ale in streams will flow in streams... as blood

Your fallen son am I, great one
Open thy great hall for me for I am on my return
From a war - crusade Disbelievers blood is still
on my double-sided axe’s blade
I crushed, destroyed and killed
Thousands have been slain
And I got hit, by a poisened enemie’s arrow...

...but after ages passed, I was reborn...

Revealed in darkened stories
Long forgotten not many can remember
The ancient ones are still in my mind
I may hear their call, for they still exist
Only few brothers know about
And from time to time we gather in the dark

Rituals for the ancient gods
Songs of battle will be sung
One of us will be the chosen one
Our sacred might will be

When all the clouds have gathered
And the winds tell stories of the old
You can hear the stormgods call
A call for the strong who will prevail

Sword and shield, warhammer and double-sided axe
Hail hail hail hail

This is the night before a storm from the north
Over traitor's own disbeliever’s fall