Glorious canticle. That is the way of thinking that a berserker should have. No peace, no calm, no love, only hatred that burn our bodies, burn the world and destroy everything around us. Life , death, nothing shall remain.
No need to praise our names, no need to envy our bodies. Birthed of the darkness of glorious legends. We just hate, we resent. Nourished by the sighs of the people precipitated within the darkness, people that curse the light. This is our disgrace. Because of her unsullied glory, we must forever be belittled. They are the sacrifice... they shall, give us more, their blood and flesh, theirr lives. Let them ignite our hatred... !!
