Born for War

I was a child when they took me away from my family

I remember long and frosty winter and people looking hopelessly for food from this ancient time our cruel lord ordered us to look as dogs eat christian children we were standing together and cold wind was freezing our faces our blood was hot we learned to worship death we were the children of his favourite herd future warriors, future wolves our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood ordered us to eat human flesh

I got my first sword

I couldnt take it up easy

But i had to take it up because

I would be meat for dogs

I know the true code of life spartan way of life, and draconian laws

I've grown as a warrior close to nature, close to roots now i'm the cruel the last of the cruel lords herd

When i was a child, i knew the cruelty

I learned to hate everything

I loved.