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At field
At field
In high pitch
Of madness
I swing with
Ironclad
And take off them
Two in one strike
Blood burst
Over my face
Smashed skulls
And bones
Spilled guts
All over battlefield
Who will stop
This slaughter
Screams and !!br0ken!!
Killing and
Mayhem
At darkest hour
But there is
No time for
Human thoughts
Only for
Animal instincts
Overwhelmed
With grose
But cant stop
Or will die
So my arm
Continue to swing
Taking lives of
Old and young
Ones pushed together
Into this
Obscenity
One cut
Slush
Another cut
Slush slush
Over my face
And left arm
But still standing
Thats not enough
To take me down
Now i'm swinging
With my longsword
Killing
But at same time
Pray to be
Killed
Cause cant stand
Misery
And grotesqueness
Of pointless
War for noble
Ones that
At this point
Filling their
Bellies with vine
And food
Or sleeping
With young girls
Aaaaaah to hell
With that all
Slush slush
