steaming axe wound

gurgling up from the waters of Lethe
a vessel so foul with stench of the grave

sails are in tatters where storms had their say
accursed and bloodied and eager for prey

forging onward!
random village!
rape and plunder!

flaxen-haired maidens are ripe for the snatch
crackling torches set fire to the thatch

victory renders the spoils of the war
there is no surrender now back to the shore

forging onward!
random village!
rape and plunder!
steaming axe wound!