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On the field of battle, death had always won

All laws forgotten, mercy for none

Expose the bowels, entrails splayed

Fields of corpses, putrescence divine

Mutilate, masticate, decapitate, dismember

Entrenched in the corpses of my enemy is what I most remember

Blood, the gore, the bullets rip out more

A slow graveless death is what you have in store

The lots are cast, our species fights to last

Glory through death can never come too fast

Satan laughs - Another momentous gain

Grim reminders of the carnage - Spent shells like stars in the sky