Can you hear the war cries in the cold brisk billowing winds?
They are as ageless as the sacred stones buried within
Standing strong against the crashing
Of furious waves and unrelentlous skies
Onto the jagged seashores of the Isle of Skye
Beckoning your spirit as it summons and lures you in
Enchanting premonitions hidden and stirring about
With lyrical mysteries of the ways of the old
Untold legends of great warriors fighting
along side their Celtic tribal kings
Ancient whispers of images flash,
before your mind's eye
Traibhse- second sight lineage calls from deep within
Calling out to your tribal instinct,
the flesh of carnal sin
Daring you now to listen to your ancestral soul
As the earth's magnetic heartbeat
absorbs and consumes you,
spiraling you down
You become the blood thirsty painted warrior
Dancing wildly you transform, around the circle of flames
Becoming the shadowy figure the one who lives inside your dreams
An Animal full of desire her blood courses through your veins
Berserkers howling, the war cry pierces your heart
as you prepare to fight and possibly depart
As the timeless drum beats faster you feel the passion
through the Berserker's pain, you are one with her now
She shifts her eyes and glares her eternal gaze
Never to return or to be the same, you now see her life through your eyes
She is the great warrior goddess queen
Unbridled and untamed, wicked by nature
Fighting and slaying many a man
In the name of passion for the love of her land
Stripping away all unearthly gains
For she fights for all that she stands
In your nakedness lies the truth, the true reflection
of the great Warrior Queen you now obtain life's lesson on all things unseen
For if you listen to your heart with passion and search for the answers to
ancient things
You will heed the berserker's call, unleash your inner self and stand tall
For if it falls upon deaf ears ‘tis truly the death and doom of us all
Are you willing to stand and fight or turn your back and run away from the
ancients that summon your call?