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My sketch of the begun work

I'll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood,
Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated,
Those who wade out into battle?
Wolf-skinned they are called. In battle
They bear bloody shields.
Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight.
They form a closed group.
The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men
Who hack through enemy shields

Wolves from chains are broken, feel a war smell. Berserkers aspire in fight, see the full moon... The crude earth on fire... My way will be glorified! Fire, come to me! I want to inhale your power! Wolves howl and ravens scream... The flame burns out hated enemies. Bloody drops on lips... fight will come soon...

Description
My sketch of the begun work

I'll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood,
Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated,
Those who wade out into battle?
Wolf-skinned they are called. In battle
They bear bloody shields.
Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight.
They form a closed group.
The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men
Who hack through enemy shields

Wolves from chains are broken, feel a war smell. Berserkers aspire in fight, see the full moon... The crude earth on fire... My way will be glorified! Fire, come to me! I want to inhale your power! Wolves howl and ravens scream... The flame burns out hated enemies. Bloody drops on lips... fight will come soon...