Down to oblivion and back to hell
My wrath spreading from my heart to my head
As I scream the battle cry of death,
I am the destroyer back from the dead
The only gift I bring is war and desolation,
The curse bestowed upon me by the cruel.
I know the blood of suffering
For I have spilled it in merciless torment
As the shadow of life looms over
With its poison and shame.
Bitur reiði.
I have fallen into bitter wrath and madness
Left broken and scared.
©02atropa
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