Black Rage By Clancy James
Black rage burning my head,
Seeking revenge for my lord, long dead.
Ten thousand years it has smouldered and burnt.
Slaughter and death is all I've learnt.
Charge across the churned- up ground,
At last! Rich killing fields I've found,
Innocents to burn and maim,
Everyone's fate is the same.
Cutting here and swiping there,
Whom I maim I do not care.
Chain-axe whirling craving blood,
Spreading crimson in the mud.
Mother, father, daughter, son,
The massacre has just begun,
They are just the first to burn,
The pain of which soon all shall learn.