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 [repeat] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com