Abandon all hope,
As blood rains in the night sky.
Every second passing by,
Relents to the sound of the sword,
Tearing through skin and bone.

The crunch of a mace, shattering a skull,
The ******, half-hearted screams,
Of a man missing his throat.
All of it sends a chill down my spine.
The glorious battle raging around me,
Fills my senses.

A man torn in half by a ballista,
Organs and blood spraying all over his comrades.
Screams of terror, and rage, filling the air.
A whistling sword distracts my thoughts,
And a rage filled cry fills the air as i rip my enemies heart out,
Staring in wonder at the way it fits in my hand.

Blood lust fills me as I move forward,
Tearing the heads, limbs and anything that
I could get my hands on.
Ruining each man as I pass.

The Glorious moon fills the sky,
As if she is watching us, proud at our ferocity.
Blood drips from my body like I just stepped
From a river, or a lake.
The taste of it touches my tongue,
Sending me into a deeper rage.
No sword seems to rip my life from me.

And yet i tear the blood from my enemies
Like i was using magic.
A pool forms around my feet, slowly beginning to turn into more of a stream
Filling the land around me.
The snap of bones fill the air as each body
Complains of the torture it is feeling.

What a painful life, a warrior lives.
To fight and die for what they defend
But why do I care?
I simply live to ****. It is who I am.
Let my sword cleave you into ****** pieces,
Whilst my hands tear through the body of your ally,
So that I may serve my true master.
Death.