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Encrusted in filth

Many days in battle

Lives forged in ruin

The taste of iron in blood

Only the mighty will prevail

Bathed in blood and war

Runes in the clouds

Lightning strikes you down

Hands caress the bloodshed

Feelings of deaths cold embrace

Match with steel of sword and mace

Gods figure appears in a barren field

Laid to waste with years of war

A hammer of shining gold... my light to guide me through

Chiseled statues of man in hue

Colored with the stains of blood

Hunger for wars fruitful handouts

The kings men slaughtered... are the standouts

Red rivers flow down the hills

Muddied and puddled at my feet

My sword spills blood with wrath

I've always known my chosen path