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thrown into the battlefield

where steel and flesh collides

forced to draw my battleaxe

and join the boiling chaos

hunted through the hills

on our scornful retreat

yet I escaped and

lived to teel of this warfilled hell

bonesaw bonanza

they sever our rotting limbs

bonesaw bonanza

gangrenous we twist and turn and die

bonesaw bonanza

the batllefield took kits toll

atleast I saved my head

and didn't have it roll

wounded by a battleaxe

that cut my arm in two

I now lay down to rest

among the wounded rest