For Glory

Smells like gore and blood. The wind’s caressing steel
The legions: all cut down. I put the host to flight
See these shattered weaklings crawling off the field
Wishing they had never faced
The gory glory that is me?

I stand my ground
Will never surrender
Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall
In fact, I am the ground
Nothing under my feet other than the lacerated bodies of my enemies

In the rising tide of battle, atop a snowbound ridge
In the blazing woods, or on the open field …
In the rising tide of battle, under a starlit sky
On a windswept plain, or on the open sea with a storm closing in:

I stand my ground
Will never surrender
Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall
In fact, I am the ground
Nothing under my feet other than the desecrated bodies of my enemies

I quench the fire, flatten mountains
Rip the wheel of time
Off its hinges and let it pass off as a makeshift discus
I am the awesome, godlike hero
I am the awesome, godlike hero

My sword stands tall, and when you kneel, I strike, godlike
I plunge my steel into your body; for glory!
I moan with pleasure. The spraying blood
Bringing peace to my mind. Yet I thirst for more
I plunge my steel into your body; for glory!
My sword so tall, and when you kneel, I strike, godlike
I plunge my steel into your body; for glory!