The Darker Side of Poetry
Battalion of the Taken Souls
The taker of our divine consciousness
Preparing us for out new roles
Ridding us of our sense of good
Replaced with hate and a taste for blood
Now a soldier in the serpent army
Obsolete are the words I'm Sorry
No sorrow for the crimes we will commit
Just destruction as we see fit
Looking for our masters approval
After a psychopathic blood fest of death
Sucking life from our victims last gasping breath
Into the realms of the masters kingdom
No more faith and no more freedom
Led to an uncertain destiny
Through the murky gates of hell
Inhaling impure stench of tyranny
He chooses the weak easily manipulated spirits
To possess to become a soldier in the army of death
Others will be banished and lost in the outer boundaries
Between the heavens and hell
Suffering for eternity with infinite time to dwell
As I am left to fight on in the battle against god
To honour my superior dark lord or feel his wrath
Because we are the Battalion of taken souls
Preparing us for out new roles
Ridding us of our sense of good
Replaced with hate and a taste for blood
Now a soldier in the serpent army
Obsolete are the words I'm Sorry
No sorrow for the crimes we will commit
Just destruction as we see fit
Looking for our masters approval
After a psychopathic blood fest of death
Sucking life from our victims last gasping breath
Into the realms of the masters kingdom
No more faith and no more freedom
Led to an uncertain destiny
Through the murky gates of hell
Inhaling impure stench of tyranny
He chooses the weak easily manipulated spirits
To possess to become a soldier in the army of death
Others will be banished and lost in the outer boundaries
Between the heavens and hell
Suffering for eternity with infinite time to dwell
As I am left to fight on in the battle against god
To honour my superior dark lord or feel his wrath
Because we are the Battalion of taken souls
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Battalion of the Taken Souls
Battalion of the Taken Souls