Cuddled through a cold womb he was 

Pitch black and without sunshine rays 

Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil 

A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die



In sinister systematisation, submission is golden 

As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed 

He was like an object that is being processed 

A force-fed destructor ready for abomination



The vast solitude in him witnessed it all 

Those self afflicting eyes

And their fear painted faces 

Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable 

Hosts to oblivion

Exploring the darkest of places 

Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck



Every day seemed like an endless night 

When would he ever wake from this void 

No other voice than his own will ever tell

What was real and where he had been 

What he had done



Did you bleed for the cause 

Like the rest of his men 

Did you capture the euphoria 

How it was like to kill

Such a necromantic force behind it all 

They sure did battle till the end



But when came all the glory 

And who got spared to carry his body 

Just pure death and too profound to be shared 

Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory

To serve the wastelands of insanity 

At the front



Life forever lost its innocence 

Never to see the light of day again 

He pondered his last few steps

Into the realms of death 

With his hands bloodstained



Courage and consistency 

Bravery and valor 

Honor and pride 

For what was it all worth