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This desolate darkened battlefield soaked in my cold black blood

Lies empty, dead and scarred

This desolate broken body of mine bound by pure will

Stands victorious and tall

With the strenght of a thousand and one

Devils I faced the madmans odds

Ready to be devoured

On the razorsharp, traitorous edge of the end with a roar I broke the line

I saw the bastards fall

Cursed I can´t break the spell

With furious anger and fists of death

Growling underdog

With wrath I was one

With my back to the chasm I forgot my cause

And lost my love of life

All I know is war

I stride right through this hell

In league with death and pain

My last drop of blood all I need

Still I´m burning but never fearing

There´s no healing in sight but victory is mine

Wounds are all I am made of, conflict is my soul

Rising in terror

So greive me, I´m vibrantly dead

I´m forcing my own will to live