Hate destroys ; love unites
Is what we all keep true,
But when the day is through,
Each man holds to his fights.

War kills and peace brings life,
Is what we all are told,
But when Man’s grey and old,
He keeps closest his knife.

Lies betray and truth saves,
Is what we teach our kin,
But when all life is sin,
Honour strays from the graves.

“Cattle die, kinsmen die,
You yourself will die,
I know one, which never dies :
The honour of the fallen ones.”



Look, and behold, we lost all hope,
As the leaders all lost their face,
Shamefully falling in disgrace,
Longing for the hangman’s tight rope.

Hear, and witness, we lost all joy,
As the last knights died off in pain,
Taking with them chivalry’s grain,
And all we wait for is to destroy.

Ride on, brothers in arms, and fight,
Love and honour, hold to them tight,
And spread the seeds of betterness,

Ride on, brothers in pens, and preach,
Love and honour, keep them in reach,
And spread the seeds of forgiveness.



Beware, oh sweet children,
The time of death has come ;
It won’t take all yet some
Will cast away the pen.

Beware, oh sweet lovers,
The time of pain is here ;
It won’t take all you fear,
Will you find your covers?

Forgive me oh sweet rain,
And wash away the stain :
The blood of all my kills.

Forgive me oh sweet wind,
And take me for I sinned :
My blood the arrow spills.



I carry my axe
From field unto field,
The enemy’s shield
Breaks at my attacks.

I pierce and I slash,
Wounding and killing,
Death is fulfilling
To those who would clash.

I throw in the air
The axe of despair,
Flee to your mothers,

I throw to the gods
The axe of all odds,
Watch as death gathers.



They steal and burn
They loot and take
The wrongs they make
One day will turn

They rape and drown
They kill and maim
The guns they aim
One day shall frown

Joy to the men
Who live in truce
Telling on truth
Loving again

Joy to the kin
Of heroes strong
Prosper and long
Live against sin