Robbed of a mothers love at birth
(left to drown in blood)
he was to die beneath her corpse.
Meant to rot in a cesspit of despair,
born to die as a waste of air.
Blood and Guts, Blood and God's Hand
Raised as a child one shorn of fate
in a fit of rage
he, knows a violent destiny
will await, only life by sword shall reign
and he never to death be slain.
Blood and Guts, Blood and God's Hand