Blood Rage

A cycle of poems «I Trust Tempered Steel»

Iron in the air, a metallic tang
The battle drums are beating, a primal clang
My heart, a war machine, a furious drum
The waiting's over, the moment's come

Blood rage rising, a fire in my soul
Control is slipping, I lose all hold
A crimson tide, a burning, blinding haze
Lost in the fury of my violent days

They charge against me, a wave of steel
But fear is absent, I can only feel
The thirst for battle, the hunger to strike
To crush and shatter, beneath the night

Blood rage rising, a fire in my soul
Control is slipping, I lose all hold
A crimson tide, a burning, blinding haze
Lost in the fury of my violent days

I see their faces, a mixture of dread
But mercy vanished, long ago, is dead
I'm not a hero, not a saint, not a god
Just a weapon forged beneath the sod

Blood rage rising, a fire in my soul
Control is slipping, I lose all hold
A crimson tide, a burning, blinding haze
Lost in the fury of my violent days

The blood is flowing, a river so deep
Lost in the madness, I cannot sleep
The rage subsides now, a flicker, a spark
Leaving behind me, only the dark
Only the dark...