Blood Warrior - Illnath

Your face buried in dirt not yours but theirs

Just like this war it’s not yours but theirs

You will be waiting in your ditch when they come

Hoping to survive though they told you they win some they lose some

Death marches on, death betrays all

Death marches on, blood warrior

They shot your friends took your mind now you’re gone

Slowly feeling the blood taking over no need to stay strong

Careless painless stainless you will be forever and whenever you need

Not knowing wrong from right they win some they lose some

Death marches on, death betrays all

Death marches on, blood warrior

When they come you need to pull the trigger

When they come you will be the one to pull the trigger