Heathen Burial

The dead lay strewn across the altars of stone
Storm weathered bodies broken on the hungry earth
Every fibre of my being burning with the lust
With a nightmare reaching from hell

Voices of damnation will answer to my sword
And the screaming void swallows me hole
To a place where trial and tribulation wait
Where friend and foe lay below the sodden earth

And I feel the storm crashing down on me
Sever the chains that bind us here
All I ask is for strength to carry me on

By the will of the gods may it be
The dead are cast to the sea

Consumed by the venom that drives my will
The fear cast out from my bones
The ships on the shoreline burning on the bay
The dawning of a new age has come again