war-cry

Absence of sound
Hot suffocating wind
Burn on the surface
Of my undying skin

Fruit of the blackthorn
Feed me with greed
To cry out for war
I’ll die when I bleed

For men and love have tortured me
To revive their lust for gore
They have bruised and wounded me
Till I can bare no more

So war-cry, war-cry
Give my throat some life
So when the day comes that I die
I can scream to fight
so my hands can grip the braver sword
my heart the feast for scorn
so as I die in living war
I can be reborn

war-cry

EcstaticFear

Joined May 2009

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