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WarfieldWarfieldAwoken on field with unbearable stench slippery sand beneath thy back dizzy head unable to see touch of death in chest you feel Get up, and clear thy head your sword lying in your right hand covered with blood, and covered with dirt masses of bodies, which ravens hurt Slowly walking toward a hill feeling like impossible to kill vermins screaming on this mass grave you cant stop the vomiting hell Feel the fire trough your flesh smell the breath of war Every minute of your life you live it like an hour Big tree beneath you hide cold shadows for your broken heart holding thy sword, glance to the sky "all are dead, why not I?" Taste of dirt into your mouth fear strikes from inside beneath a lies a hidden path our holy way to die Shadowy creature stand behind your back dagger's shining in its hand cold steel passing you spine and you stopped wondering "Why not I?" All dead, including me Warfield! |