Awoken on field with unbearable stench
Slippery sand beneath thy back
Dizzy head unable to see

Touch of death in chest you feel

Get up, and clear thy head

Your sword lying in your right hand
Covered with blood, and covered with dirt
Masses of bodies, which ravens hurt


Slowly walking toward a hill
Feeling like impossible to kill

Vermins screaming on this mass grave
You cant stop the vomiting hell


Feel the fire trough your flesh
Smell the breath of war
Every minute of your life

You live it like an hour

Big tree beneath you hide

Cold shadows for your broken heart
Holding thy sword, glance to the sky
"All are dead, why not I?"


Taste of dirt into your mouth
Fear strikes from inside

Beneath a lies
A hidden path
Our holy way to die


Shadowy creature stand behind your back
Dagger's shining in its hand

Cold steel passing you spine
And you stopped wondering "Why not I?"


All dead, including me

Warfield!