Bavuanne

Bavuanne the berserker
Pale with long dreadlocks
Scars to prove he’s been to hells arena
The 6’5 man with godlike physique
The voice that bellows thunderously
Squeezing every ounce of energy
Enough to make an enemy paralysed


Bavuanne the berserker
His trusty hammer lays waste to all
A berserker determined to
Cause raw damage on evil men
Heroically leaping in the air
And coming down like a comet
Making dust of his enemies


Bavuanne the berserker
A human that denies physics
Skin tougher than tank plating's
A lone warrior, a killers mind set
He only wants to embed his hammer
Onto the enemies that commit evil
And evil will feel the chilliest of smacks