I'm screaming in a berserk-er rage,
just like the ones I used to know
Where the speartops glisten and foemen listen
to hear death throws in the snow

I'm screaming in a berserk-er rage,
with every wind pipe that I bite
May your foes be morons and slight,
and may all your berserkersgangs be right

I'm screaming in a berserk-er rage,
just like the ones I used to know
May your foes be morons and slight,
and may all your berserkersgangs be right

I'm screaming in a berserk-er rage,
with every wind pipe that I bite
May your foes be morons and slight,
and may all your berserkersgangs be right

May your foes be morons and slight,
and may all your berserkersgangs be right

and may all your berserkersgangs be right (All your berserkersgangs be right)
and may all your berserkersgangs be right (All your berserkersgangs be right)
And may all your berserkergangs be
(All your berserkersgangs be right)
(All your berserkersgangs be right)

By: Torvar Ravenfeeder
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