Night of Sacred Wisdom

Can you smell it in the air
 Smoke is rising, fog of revenge
 A wounded warrior is crawling back
 An arrow in his chest
 He is bleeding, death is near
 Ravens watch him oh so close
 Dying proud with honor in fight
 Under creed of a heathen free man
 Down his trail their houses are burning
 Even children beheaded in hate
 His heart is still with old gods
 He knows the burning burial awaits
 Tribe will mourn the passing of a kin
 Soul by soul with thoughts to avenge
 Sign of wolf branded in belief
 Hail the victory and iron will
 Times await their emended return
 Though of old the weapons changed
 Marching on still with pagan faith
 And with intent to fulfill revenge
 We are encouraged by blood
 By the battle spirit
 None can bring silence today
 For tongue of vengeance speak