LYRIC
Chemical floods your joints
Adrenaline burst through your system
Pushing you
Run away
Fell the iron sharp aroma
In the forest of the impaled
Sharp – distinctive – primitive – instinctive
Smell of blood
See the dark red plasma
Across the enemy skin
Sharp – distinctive – primitive – instinctive
Smell of blood
Eradication – strangulation – amputation – castration – mutilation – bowdlerization
I wanna feel the taste of your fear
I wanna feel the pain of your soul
Fight – fight – fight
This is the way of war
This is the way of war
This is the way of war
Smell of blood
Die into battle
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