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