Heated by the strongest of mead my blood is boiling. There exists no fear in a berserker in battle. Oh, how sweet my enemy is recoiling. His brothers have abandoned him - They're running like cattle! ... Going berserk - as I rush into battle. Going berserk - as I feel the smell of blood. Going berserk - as I crush your skull. Going berserk - I am high on death. Dedicated to the Beserkers in all of us.