Wipe the trouble off your mind
and in to battle go,
to violence overpower,
your thoughts battle is at end.
In spirits use of arms
no victory will be won
against those whom blindly deny
that the spirit exists.

The barbarian choses weapons,
you choose must as he.
When beasts open their gaps
the thought speak out can not.

Raise in might the spirits hilt
in this world of threat
and chrush serpents nest
with the foot of man.

Mere the fool beleives the good
never was born to raise the sword,
if evil yet may whett
and soil a world.
Be assured! If you not defend
now will your faith in battle
no morningstar will
dedicate a new time.


Hand Salute!

A.B