The death stares into my eyes once again
No more I blink as I've become one with mortality
Now I am the judge, the jury and the executioner
The guiding hand of doom, disaster and downfall
Round up the the ones who are left just hanging on to their lives
Leave no man behind as in no one to tell this story
Through each battle I cleanse my soul of agony
Attritious and malevolent are the deeds of glory
As the weak fade in memory
I go on with less to feel
The others die unburdening me
In their death is my beginning
The nature of war has chosen me
Not yet to go down in history
In desire of taken lives, their souls belong to thee
Why have you made me your killing machine
Close your eyes in my arms
And let the warmth fade away
The others die unburdening me
In their death is my beginning
The nature of war has chosen me
Not yet to go down in history
The cold of my breath is the wind
Blowing us towards another battle
The others die unburdening me
In their death is my beginning
The nature of war has chosen me
Not yet to go down in history

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