BoraNNakrd

They say the end of war brings peace, but even a war pig knows the cost They say the clash of blades and "honor fighting" brings glory, but even the most humble of bushido know otherwise, there code compells them A great artist of martial prowess may train in the very way his peers and predecessors do to quell the very thing there prepared for And even pagan steel has its limits.... And saxon And others who claim they "fight to preserve the will of the one true god" But even great Norse queens and Christian kings know the consequence of bearing arms and the clash of steel So I ask, Utred ragnarson, what do you fight for?

My brother to the west, bearing teeth of sharp steel and jagged edges My brother to the west, with strait horns and outlandish style, he carries much pride But to much pride? So much pride he carries very little to show for his own accomplishment But me of the east, with antlers and round teeth with finesse But me, my brethren of the east, carrying out the ultimate truth, the truth of work without compensation, praise but nothing in return little pride taken, I have much to show and say for my gifts of rain and thunder But my brother of the west, he is not much of a brother to me, he is a loud Thunder clap, but lacking the storm, a gift