Barbarian Paganus

War booty, armour forged by the hands of a craftsmanHarvest and noble presents, trading with loot.Fragrance and stench everywhereAbundance of everything you may desireHeroes from the north-east, sturdy Vikings cunningSlavs, dogged Saxons, juggler Celts and wild Arabs and Turks, mad pagan dogs.Highlanders, herdsmen and sea-farers,Warriors and wandering tradesmen,Nearly all the scum of the heathen nationsSkirmishes and pleasures, women shamelessWine and beer and booze, drinks galore,To your heart's contentWith a beggar's stick or wielding a sword, it devil may care.Now live, tomorrow you'll be struck down;With a bit of luck you'll die a cow's death in the hay.Every wolf knows the purpose of his mouth,Hunted like a marauder, unwelcome murdering beast,Must be uprooted from his own territory.The headsman strikes the merciful blowAnd pulls the rope for everyone who don't bow down their backs.