Marching in the Greek isles
With my army
It was if just yesterday I was
Just learning
My dad’s shield
A spear I made
I used my mother’s dagger
To dress fish
I watched my brother and
Sister walk along the
Same path
Here in the hell gates
Where there was no
Benevolence
Watched them scrap and survive
Now I’ve grown up to
Characterize
The teachings and lessons
Combat flavors I learned
As a Spartan in formation
And then I was Viking
In the fjords of Norway
I swung a mighty axe
And moved alone
Among many
I cut down my
Obstacles to ensure
A swift end
Fearless with a deathwish
And the blood of the slain
Drenching my fists
Now I’m a Raider
And I still hear
The battle sirens
Singing over the
Invasion
Loud, echoing
A gjallarhorn
Thunderous chanting
Lightning and ideology
Cloudfire and ground swells
Of will
In the flesh I manifest
As the lessons I learned
As a Spartan
A Viking
A Raider
Still that war music
Plays in my head
Pushing forward
Until I’m dead
Consume Reality! 