Fear's unknown to him
All wish their courage was like his
Loyal soul an' loyal heart
Being a warrior seems such an art
He yearns the glory feeling
Gettin' honor feels as good as lusting
But all he sees are ****** fields
Hearin' pain an' swords against shields
He's not scared of death
Pagan, in divine judgement, he's no faith
Crested helmet, drawn sword
"For the motherland", not another word
At the signal he'll unleash hell
After slaughterin' hostiles, he'll feel well
No one will be spared, he's merciless
But primarily, he's a fearless
This poem is about the perfect ideal of a fearless soldier.
The soldier is pagan, not christian so it's refered to the classical roman or greek warrior.
Enjoy!