Battlefield Gardener

When the screams of battle fall In well of silence When the smell of corpses rises From the land of sin I go out of shadows And dance on deads Vermins, flies and worms My only friends I live on the death of others Kill yourselves forever more Battlefield gardener I'm the one This is my vocation Supreme delight With passion and pleasure I stroke my dear deads I feel their recall I don't want to feel more When in the sky fly birds of prey I become hunter No rules no directives This is my wonderful garden I live of the death of others My garden is now in flower Battlefield gardener I'm the one This is my vocation Supreme delight Battlefield gardener I'm the one This is my vocation Without it I'm gone