A blood splattered, bastard child, breathing fumes of war

Sweet battle hymn with violin, hell knocking at the door

With revenge, firm beating chest flow

Warms frost bitten limbs to reveal

A hero’s homecoming in coffin

A valor born silent and still

A permafrost layer concealing my soul

Chilled down the wretched ones spine

An iced chest cavity, blanketed in cold

Holds dear the heart beating divine

Sweet trumpet blast, steel driving deep, a sinner’s call to arms

Brother Vengeance lies nursing softly in the hallows where we crawl

Conductor of artillery, a cannons note perfect in tone

A red tracer round of redemption, seeking out permanent home

Forced foot steps into chaos, oh father Uncertainty!

If foreign blade fails to rip my flesh, then the sun will certainly!