Stench of war

The battle running red
Craters fill the bloodstained field
screaming out their hate
for those who slay their brethren and kin

As the soldier dies
his dimly gaze slowly fades
when his heart succumbs
his frailing soul is torn from the world

You will die on the warfield
I will take your life
You will die on the warfield
i shall claim your soul

Howling his fury
the reaper comes to take their souls
kills with pleasure
death to all the children of war

Nothing exist
the dying eye no longer see
all is quiet
the stench of war is all that remain

You will die on the warfield
I will take your life
You will die on the warfield
i shall claim your soul

With his scythe he runs you through
kill you slow, bath in your blood
Take you down, send you to hell
Flay your skin cutting your corpse

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