Onward the Dogs of War - Putrid Pile

Because of me

The dead are piled up way up high to the sky

Because of me

Destiny

Death personified

Crushing all those who oppose the path I’ve chosen for you

River runs red

With the blood of the enemy

Your pride and dignity are washed away

The pleas to spare your lives all fall on deaf ears

And these roads we travel will be adorned with your impaled bodies

The high and mighty hand of doom

Pounding out inferiority

Their advancements futile

Incontrovertible — everyone dies!

What will become of my men and I?

Will we be crushed?

Killed?

Destroyed?

Fertilizer for the trees?

Meat for the vultures?

Rotting away in the hot sun?

The prophecy has been foretold

And it was told of our total and absolute victory

Victory over the vermin that plague these sacred lands

Torture and death commonplace in their lives

From now until forever

Their souls will be…

Ripped from their bodies

Screams of the dying sweet music to revel in

Oh the pleasure in separating heads from necks

Arms from torsos, legs from torsos

Effluence of blood

The fluid of life glistening in the summer sun

The stench of death peels away fear of war

Only to unveil excitement and enthusiasm

The high and mighty hand of doom

Pounding out inferiority

Their advancements futile

Incontrovertible — everyone dies!