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In a desolate field I lie

I await my time to die

Stench of death grows stale

god of war I hail

Blood for blood I spilled

The numbers I have killed

Foes now laid to rest

Take my last breath

The warfare never ends

Through violence I ascend

Fueled by blood and hate

I now seal my fate

Battle field lies scorched

The villages are scorched

Merciless, I fought

The havoc, I have wrought

Burning wrecks and shells

Within them, corpses dwell

Ammunition spent

Never I relent

With shattered blade in hand

I take my final stand

Enemies draw near

I die without fear