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 He will wait, only life by sword shall reign And he never to death be slain Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood and