This song is dedicated to Dave Brockie, a.k.a. Oderus Urungus.
lyrics
Upon the battlegrounds of my youth I stood as witness to a legend of war
A creature of hate
His sword wide and great
A legacy of torture was his to create
So I was inspired
As siege engines fired
To learn all I could from this fiend I admired
It was under his tutelage that I became more monster than man
We charged and we roared
As we lived by the sword
Fighting and feasting all we could afford
We lived as we willed
Dark lessons instilled
I do not believe that he could have been killed
Where rests your soul, be it broken or whole
O ye scourge of the stars
Do you roam wild and free or rest silently
Imprisoned by the grave’s loamy bars
Do you look to the sky with hate in your eye
And with blood try to fill holes unfillable?
Be you in death or in life, in peace or at strife
Your memory remains unkillable
It was after a gruesome conflict that our paths became diverged
I looked all around
He could not be found
Not amongst corpses that littered the ground
It’s true that I feared
My teacher was speared
He left me no trace when he had disappeared
But wherever he is, I know that he is free
I pray day and night
That we reunite
As bringers of carnage and hatred and spite
But until that day
Alone I must slay
And honor his brutal and barbarous way
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