Warlord

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Miles and miles I run
Scents on blood and sins
Embracing me tightly
As I kill another enemy
To full fill my duty

Through the fire and flame
I'm the one to blame
For thousands of corpses
For their blood that is priceless
Instead of being useless

Cries and sorrows
Sounds of suffering mankind
Who never ever grows
To tell mercy is actually blind
As I hold my bloody vow

Who am I ?
To make them die
On my dirty hands
That make devils dance

Wetting my knifes
With the blood of all
Taking their lifes
For what seems like a final
To complete an mission

Because I am the war dog

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