Sargeist

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