People say that deep down in my soul.
There's peace but I don't know.
Hate consumes me from deep inside.
My feelings make me want to hide.
Instead I stand and scream at the world.
I rage and fight.
Against the light.
I draw my sword and grab my shield.
Alone I walk across the fields.
Geared for war I stand resolute.
Not caring for what I stand to lose.
Anger gives me strength.
Death is my embrace.
Fear is a lie.
That festers inside.
Shake it off and take my hand.
Stand with me against the land.
Brothers we are, comrades in arms.
An army of two, is all we are.
Lend me strength to rise again.
Pull me up, take my hand.
Together we can make a stand.
Against this world that we so hate.
War and death, this is our fate.