Warborn

Amidst a swirling din of smoke and
screaming on the battlefield,
born reared on the teat of my dear mother war.
Hardened to stone through abuse,
mocked, beaten,
and scorned a bayonet severed umbilical cord.

The wind sings its sad lullab through
a blackened and hollowed ribcage.
I'm to die in battle,
divine with the flames as my grave.
This realm of inhuman carnage
where the blood eternally rains.
To my brothers who've fallen before me,
I will walk with you again.

[Solo]

This, my demented playground,
the horizon is howling ablaze.
A skeletal village illuminates
the sky as fire consumes their grains.
With glee I rape and torture,
my pleasure is inflicting pain.
With a vigor unholy,
I'll fight to my doom 'til I've vanquished
the Christian god's ways. Oh it must be such a different
world to which those on the outside exist.
At least I know who loves me here,
no delusions, all weakness dismissed.
An era of inhuman tragedy
to be ushered by my iron hand.
The oven's bellowed to
crematory high to dispose of the god-fearing man.

The wind sings its sad lullab through
a blackened and hollowed ribcage.
I'm to die in battle,
divine with the flames as my grave.
This realm of inhuman carnage
where the blood eternally rains.
To my brothers who've fallen before me,
I will walk with you again