Blood and Guts

Blood and Guts and blood and guts and*

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


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

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