With bleeding scars
I walk on through
The fields of thorns

In defiance of
Pain and suffering
My body is

Weak and ravaged
But My will is
Stronger than hate

Onward I march
With blood in my eyes
Clawing with mangled limbs

Against stinging fangs
For I want all
To feel this pain

I want everyone
To bleed and weep
I will cast aside

My torn flesh
I shall finally
She'd my skin

And slither on through
Kill for Him!