Bronze sword Leather shield
The only weapons we have to wield
Babtism by fire is how we're raised
No battle will leave us dazed
We're war machines made of muscle and bone
Threwout our training ruthlessness is sown
We raid pillage and plunder
Anyone in our path will be knocked asunder
Our motives are survival and glory
Although more sofisticated men call us violent and gorey
They don't understand our culture nor we theirs
We have warlords and there heirs
They have Kings and Queens and laws
We have blood pacts and an axe to correct societal flaws
The sofisticated man lies and pays to cover his trails
Are motto is dead men tell no tails
They have soldiers and those who are not
Everyone of us is a soldier thats why so much havoc can be wrought
Like commandos we shock the enemy to provide an edge
But eventually outnumbered and surrounded droven into by a human wedge
We lose and our society is destroyed
And as shopkeeps and blacksmiths we are employed
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