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When the screams of battle fall

In well of silence

When the smell of corpses rises

From the land of sin

I go out of shadows

And dance on deads

Vermins, flies and worms

My only friends

I live on the death of others

Kill yourselves forever more

Battlefield gardener

I′m the one

This is my vocation

Supreme delight

With passion and pleasure

I stroke my dear deads

I feel their recall

I don't want to feel more

When in the sky fly birds of prey

I become hunter

No rules no directives

This is my wonderful garden

I live of the death of others

My garden is now in flower

Battlefield gardener

I′m the one

This is my vocation

Supreme delight

Battlefield gardener

I'm the one

This is my vocation

Without it I'm gone