Scribed by a druid for Aife
A River of blood flows around me,
The River of pain washes over me.
The call of death is shed in tears
The call to fight cries in my ears.
Call to battle
spirits of the dead
Called to war
those that live
Swing and pound,
crushing bones.
Slice and thrust,
a trusty sword.
All that matters is the guild's glory
Death is my friend and I tell it's story.
And those that fight in this honored way
live with the memory of yesterday
when kinship was strong and the honor plenty
And a warrior's life was never empty.
But the River still flows,
and the pain still comes.
And with war comes death,
but the warriors live on.