Berserker Warrior

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In ancient realms, where battles rage,
A warrior emerges, a savage sage.
The berserker, with rage unbound,
A whirlwind of steel, on hallowed ground.

Oh, the berserker, a force of might,
With fury burning, a blazing light.
Through war and carnage, he carves his way,
A legend forged in blood and fray.

His armor gleams, with runes etched deep,
The mark of power, the secret it keeps.
With axe in hand and shield adorned,
He charges into battle, his fury scorned.

Oh, the berserker, a force of might,
With fury burning, a blazing light.
Through war and carnage, he carves his way,
A legend forged in blood and fray.

Some fear his rage, a deadly storm,
While others see a hero, true and strong.
He fights for glory, for honor, and pride,
His name whispered through the ages, far and wide.

Oh, the berserker, a force of might,
With fury burning, a blazing light.
Through war and carnage, he carves his way,
A legend forged in blood and fray.

In the annals of time, his tale shall be told,
Of the berserker warrior, fierce and bold.
A legend whispered, forevermore,
A symbol of courage and unyielding core.