Back and forth. Over and over. Pace your patience, hold fast. Gage their anger. Take their honor. Now its time we ride. Battlecross painted. Gasoline lighted. Now its time your life denied. I will rise. Your corpse, my pride. Thousands of bodies stacked on themselves. Lemons and shovels, grave tools. All of this murder, for man. Neither us question ourselves. Pointless suffering. Endless bodies. Never ending immortal war. Millennia of hate. Perpetual conquest. Those who feed off war rule us. Inevitable cycle. Instinctual blood thirst. Through dead eyes, truths may lie.