Stand on the field

Stand on the field knee deep in blood I stand alone

I am free from your control pain shoots through my body

I live and breathe the sword drags sparks glory

The twitch still alive the sorrow grows I move on

Hate nonexistent I only exist I feel no pain

The fire burns I walk through unscathed

Take a knee bow to the crowd and walk away

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