Disclaimer: just a play on words, dont confuse me for some dumb goth or any of that sh1t.
Pain yearns in my breast
The love i lost, and lost i kept.
I feel for noone, I feel contempt
Pain and hatred consume my heart
my mind, my soul.
Feed the sword, hone the blade
the blood of wicked shall stain my way
Follow me, if you dare
to the den of evil, the harem of pain, the house of darkness
see my swordcuts, swift and keen.
bones and limbs lay hewn behind me
My strength Feeds, gorges on the bodies in wake
I see the blood of my heroes in me
I drip from wounds, i go yet further
into my deepest darkest hour
i have a purpose, i have a reason.
but pain it seems hath clouded my vision
my eyes gloss over with a blood filled rage
i no longer see bodies, but death yet unmade
I cant go on, but yet i do
a few more deaths to fulfill
thrust forth, but i fall
to the hordes of who's hall i do march
Presently I do see
the young man who followed me.
Grab My AXe, lift it high
smite the wicked, hear it's cry!
it thirsts for pain, and blood to satiate
send it forth, carry it's might
Grab My axe, lift it high!
It sings a song of blessed high
pain echoes down the halls
but i am not unnerved, the axe calls back
And I do doth Cry!
"Release Me!!!"
Pain yearns in my breast
The love i lost, and lost i kept.
I feel for noone, I feel contempt
Pain and hatred consume my heart
my mind, my soul.
Feed the sword, hone the blade
the blood of wicked shall stain my way
Follow me, if you dare
to the den of evil, the harem of pain, the house of darkness
see my swordcuts, swift and keen.
bones and limbs lay hewn behind me
My strength Feeds, gorges on the bodies in wake
I see the blood of my heroes in me
I drip from wounds, i go yet further
into my deepest darkest hour
i have a purpose, i have a reason.
but pain it seems hath clouded my vision
my eyes gloss over with a blood filled rage
i no longer see bodies, but death yet unmade
I cant go on, but yet i do
a few more deaths to fulfill
thrust forth, but i fall
to the hordes of who's hall i do march
Presently I do see
the young man who followed me.
Grab My AXe, lift it high
smite the wicked, hear it's cry!
it thirsts for pain, and blood to satiate
send it forth, carry it's might
Grab My axe, lift it high!
It sings a song of blessed high
pain echoes down the halls
but i am not unnerved, the axe calls back
And I do doth Cry!
"Release Me!!!"
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