Morning night shift, forgive me, but I wanted to ask the hive mind a favor. I've got this poem in my head, but I can't remember what it's called or even some exact phrase to find it. It's something about a people being slow to war, but once aroused, the war is brutal and total. Something like that, I think it's norwegian, but could be swedish or dutch, or maybe not like that at all.

Anyway, thanks in advance. Here's some babes