"See! warp is stretched
For warriors' fall,
Lo! weft in loom

'Tis wet with blood;
Now fight foreboding,
'Neath friends' swift fingers,
Our grey woof waxeth
With war's alarms,
Our warp bloodred,
Our weft corseblue.

"This woof is y-woven
With entrails of men,
This warp is hardweighted
With heads of the slain,
Spears blood-besprinkled
For spindles we use,
Our loom ironbound,
And arrows our reels;
With swords for our shuttles
This war-woof we work;
So weave we, weird sisters,
Our warwinning woof.

"Now Warwinner walketh
To weave in her turn,
Now Swordswinger steppeth,
Now Swiftstroke, now Storm;
When they speed the shuttle
How spearheads shall flash!
Shields crash, and helmgnawer
On harness bite hard!

"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof
Woof erst for king youthful
Foredoomed as his own,
Forth now we will ride,
Then through the ranks rushing
Be busy where friends
Blows blithe give and take.

"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof,
After that let us steadfastly
Stand by the brave king;
Then men shall mark mournful
Their shields red with gore,
How Swordstroke and Spearthrust
Stood stout by the prince.

"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof.
When sword-bearing rovers
To banners rush on,
Mind, maidens, we spare not
One life in the fray!
We corse-choosing sisters
Have charge of the slain.

"Now new-coming nations
That island shall rule,
Who on outlying headlands
Abode ere the fight;
I say that King mighty
To death now is done,
Now low before spearpoint
That Earl bows his head.

"Soon over all Ersemen
Sharp sorrow shall fall,
That woe to those warriors
Shall wane nevermore;
Our woof now is woven.
Now battlefield waste,
O'er land and o'er water
War tidings shall leap.

"Now surely 'tis gruesome
To gaze all around.
When bloodred through heaven
Drives cloudrack o'er head;
Air soon shall be deep hued
With dying men's blood
When this our spaedom
Comes speedy to pass.

"So cheerily chant we
Charms for the young king,
Come maidens lift loudly
His warwinning lay;
Let him who now listens
Learn well with his ears
And gladden brave swordsmen
With bursts of war's song.

"Now mount we our horses,
Now bare we our brands,
Now haste we hard, maidens,
Hence far, far, away."

My Blood Burns, as the Call Comes
My Blood Burns, as I Listen
My Blood Burns, as the Family is Hurt
My Blood Burns, as I Scream
My Blood Burns, as the Order is Issued
My Blood Burns, as I Tense in Anticipation
My Blood Burns, as You Ask my Opinion
My Blood Burns, as I Call for War
My Blood Burns, as I Ready for Battle
My Blood Burns, as the Lines are Drawn
My Blood Burns, as I Chose my Target
My Blood Burns, as I Call for Revenge
My Blood Burns, as I Wait for the Inevitable
My Blood Burns, as the Fight Begins
My Blood Burns, as I Spill their Blood
My Blood Burns, as I Lose Control

I quit, I quit, I just plain quit
I try to help & i get yelled at
ignored
cussed at.
I quit, I quit, I just plain quit
they say that they send the white coats after me
with straight jackets,
pills,
& needles.
I quit, I quit, I just plain quit
Its not worth it in the end
it comes with grief,
mistrust,
misery,
& heartache.
I quit, I quit, i just plain quit
I know how it feels to hold onto it,
to hide it,
to ignore it,
to dismiss it.
I quit, I quit, I just plain quit
I am at my limits,
the pains to much,
the yelling is to much,
the heartache is to much.
I quit, I quit, I just plain quit
so white coats come, come with your pills,
come with your straight jackets,
come with your therapy,
come with your needles.
I quit, I quit, I just plain quit
so come and get me already