Norman

A storm came forth,
took over my life mighty.  
My star of the North,  
lead me through wisely!; tonight he  
  
Died - to be reborn  
as a Norman of Ice cold  
"I am sworn!"  
Future - Behold!  
   
The pride in my heart  
to protect the Roman  
Holy empire; start  
now to act, Norman!  
   
Oh you bannerman, you Leader!  
Exude your noble origin!  
And the black mouth does bleed, blur  
the twists of the flow - for the kin.  
   
Blood, golden eyes and clockwork,  
with the power of a Dark Sun,  
enjoying sublimely the artwork  
as he is a loyal son.  
   
I can schrei with a storm of power,  
dignified beyond control.  
And this will be a bloodshed shower,  
that pours out the purest soul.