Thrown into the battlefield
Where steel and flesh collides
Forced to draw my battleaxe

And join the boiling chaos

Hunted through the hills

On our scornful retreat
Yet I escaped and
Lived to tell of this warfilled hell


Bonesaw bonanza
They sever our rotting limbs

Bonesaw bonanza
Gangrenous we twist and turn and die


Bonesaw bonanza
The battlefield took kits toll
At least I saved my head

And didn't have it roll

Wounded by a battleaxe

That cut my arm in two
I now lay down to rest
Among the wounded rest