War is a death's feast
Worse then war
Is the fear of war


Many times
Before their death

Cowards die
Why turn the
Other cheek

Annihilate them all
Or they will us
Poison words

They serve
With their lies
Smash into

Oblivion
To anyone who
Disagree

Point of death
The pain
Is gone


Terminus Maximus
Terminus Maximus


Many have fallen
By the edge of

The sword
But not as many


As the tongue
Cut them out to the
Very core

Is the only way to
Deal with them
A man who will

Not flee
Will make his foes flee
Honor's field

Advancing
Who is like unto me
So blessed are the

Strong and wise

Terminus Terminus

Terminus Maximus
Maximus Maximus
Terminus Maximus


It seems strange
Men fear death

It's the final blow
It will come when it will come