Crush his head with your fist, snap his arms
Strip off his skin till death, stab his throat
Scoop the life out of his eyes, cut his ears
Thrash his body into doom, tear his legs

The feeling of anger was born in the valley of death
The touch of delirium is going around my flesh and blood

Bloodshedding heats up in the deathly chaos
Red liquid bubbling in the boiled grave
Some of enraged ironwares brandish you
Some of savers pierce your raw flesh
Decapitated heads bound on the muddy ground
Screams of pain and the sounds of metal resonant

The turbid sky roars with fury
All are struck by cold rain
Jet black energy absorbs lives
The disturbance will continue

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