Thunder through the darkness
The curse of war has come
An armoured
Gagged and bound
To the post of execution
Condemned to this fate
I
Craving screams to satisfy. Feel the need within. Thrill of
Drag me down
Depths I dread
Where I pass million dead
Conflict wraps
I search among the layers
Reaching beyond what lives out there
These
Far beyond our grasp
Within eyes burn with hate
Blinding appetite
With a
Take the world by the throat for pleasure
Ask forgiveness not
Legions mass upon this place
For another night of violent abuse
Maniacs
Blood on the sand
Where the gladiators stand
Thunder from the gods
Who
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