anônima
Blood and Guts
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.
Blood and Guts, Blood and God's Hand
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.
Blood and Guts, Blood and God's Hand
