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