Thirst for blood - Ritual carnage

Blessed to kill, I’m ready to strike, I walk through the valley of death

I fear no evil, for god is with me prepared for the coming attack

Weapon in hand, my lust to kill, determined to eliminate

Firing pin ignites the fury, cold steel seals their fate

Lock and load, adjust my sight, and squeeze off another round

A raging projectile seeks it’s target, moving the enemy down

I need to quench, my thirst for war, cover in fear, or meet your demise

Lightning strikes the hammer falls, a baptism of fire

Apocalypse upon the damned, the fall of there empire

Without fear and terminating, he surges in for the kill

To retreat is not an option, his orders he’ll fulfill

On fields of flame he will converge, he knows of defeat

A soldier of the highest honor, menacing power, elite

I need to quench, my thirst for war, cover in fear, or meet your demise

I need to quench, my thirst for blood, cover in fear, or die

His ever yearning hunger, to spill the blood again

Another forsaken soul to waste, the product of inner violence

Annihilating those who stand, who dare to cross his path

A villent death is subsequent, apocalyptic land

Tally up the head count, as he slays without mercy

For death knows only company, infernal misery

Bred to fight and trained to kill, unparrled violent force

To resist is all but futal, as fate takes it’s course

With glory on the horizon, he will charge right into the light

With valor and his head held high, and victory in sight

I need to quench, my thirst for war, cover in fear, or meet your demise

I need to quench, my thirst for blood, cover in fear, or die