Chapter I

Join me brother of blood

Help me create a war

We are just puppets dancing

The way they want us to

And I have grown weary of it

I want to spill their blood

Nothing shall remain holy

Body parts and severed

Heads shall fill the landscape

Above the corpses we shall stand proud

And laugh at their disgrace

Our veins we shall slit

Spilling our blood on the butchered bodies

Laughing till death

We were masters of life and death

In that specific moment

And we chose death