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theme song
I walk with knife and gun in hand, as the sun beats upon my head.
my arm hangs by sliver of flesh, my bones made into mesh.
yet i walk onwards, continuing forwards a legion of the damn.
my horns grow and my eye go black, the dark will become my might.
the light in me will turn into a night, my lies on the ground.
the claws of my other arm stained with its blood, as it pours into the mud.
sometimes to become a warrior, you must die.
your insides of your feelings, turns to the ceiling.
i watched them all take shellings, killing fields stained with blood.
the devil had the greatest of ways of torture, playing your fears.
seared into the mind, is my knife the one to take someone elses light.
how can we justify this war for land, it is all very sad.
we call ourselves civil and pacifist, yet we will raise our fist.
soldiers come on home, to the slumbs of tommrow.
the govertment is makin its ment, yet will hold out on it.
we the brave souls that fought for the same so called peace.
who are we to never to be at ease, yet you all slither on in.
do to our sins, i will become complete.
the harvingers of war, make this world so cold and forbold.
the "leaders" of man, is all the same and they came and went.
we were the ones that spent, all the gold.
can we not be bold and take a step away from war?
or is this world meant to be cold.
i am nothin now but the damned, the warrior to end all others.
i have become somthin the world will fear, a evil and good so pure.
the demonic blood courses in me, however it is not me.
the power of words and ideas, can be much stronger then fists and swords.
can the dove of peace be revived or it will remain dead?
can we learn to forgive ourselves and put up our guns, upon a new sun.
