Berserkers openly fear
when the Banshees appear
spirits in need
ravenously they feed
Cowards die, when they flee
foolish battles unfold
bitter enemies grow old
change overrides season
a berserkers treason
to retreat without reason
graceful fabled shapes
darkness adorns such capes
bold and strong
brave berserkers belong
immune to banshee song
with simple repose
they slay with close
a fatal kiss
the banshee scythe
She sweeps with dismiss
brash berserkers best
the true Valhalla test
victory stands alone
wailing banshees will moan
mountains of bleached bone
revenge dries coldly
a truce forms slowly
Banshees without purpose
fury now banished
glory in battle is lavished
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