Cuddled through a cold womb he was    Pitch black and without sunshine rays    Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil    A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die      In sinister systematisation, submission is golden    As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed    He was like an object that is being processed    A force-fed destructor ready for abomination      The vast solitude in him witnessed it all    Those self afflicting eyes   And their fear painted faces    Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable    Hosts to oblivion   Exploring the darkest of places    Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck      Every day seemed like an endless night    When would he ever wake from this void    No other voice than his own will ever tell   What was real and where he had been    What he had done      Did you bleed for the cause    Like the rest of his men    Did you capture the euphoria    How it was like to kill   Such a necromantic force behind it all    They sure did battle till the end      But when came all the glory    And who got spared to carry his body    Just pure death and too profound to be shared    Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory   To serve the wastelands of insanity    At the front      Life forever lost its innocence    Never to see the light of day again    He pondered his last few steps   Into the realms of death    With his hands bloodstained      Courage and consistency    Bravery and valor    Honor and pride    For what was it all worth