sins of are fathers

the sins of are fathers pump thru corroded arteries
oxidized thru centuries of pain war and misery
famine  death  and war is all my race breeds
Viking and Celtic blood run thru me eternally
past lives of war time novelties like
battle ax death kills piercing thru infantries
cracking the skull of all who don't submit passively
I come from a nation of killers myths and  legends
peat bogs and thunder gods striking from heavens
one day i wish to be with my people in realms unseen
i cross the rainbow bridge to be welcome as equal
battle-torn bloody  and traumatic is my ending
a self-sacrifice i would prefer if it really made changes
in somebody's life that needed a blessing, that moment
when everything changes hoping for the best and that
the change isn't morbid  diseased and infected the mind of a life
once so well protected incantations spells binding the spirit inside
that screams like a banshee that's chained in his mind
for the release to  plague he bares inside