The Art of War

I am a master
Of death and destruction
The art of war comes naturally to me
Spill their fucking entrails
Blood pours out and on to the ground
Leaking from their sliced flesh on their gaping necks
Bones break under the pressure of my blade
The stench of a mass grave
Fills my nostrils and is burned into my memory
Decaying bodies all around me
No trace of life within my vicinity
I am a master of death and destruction
I am death and destruction
I am a master of death
I am a master of destruction