Heaving steel on a blood-soaked battlefield
Where men meet their fate
A man runs up to me by sword organectomy
His insides I'll dissimulate
Taking the swing at him
Watching the life, the life it takes
He's lying crumpled on the ground in pain
His guts are out of him
Their ranks are not of this earth, what could they be
With hanging dead eyes, what can they see
Taking the swing at him
Watching the life, the life it takes
He's lying crumpled on the ground in pain
His guts are out of him
Kick and I kick and I kick
His pain has no limits
I kick and I kick and I kick
Turning his guts into gibs
His guts are decimated
With my boot's
Metal toes
I deliver
Mortal blows