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
Paralysed, cannot move at all
From the imminent strike of the
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
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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