/soy/ - Soyjaks

The draw bridge opens and the soldiers storm out
They are poised to kill and foaming at the mouth
Theyve been waiting for this moment for their entire lifes
Fuled by hatred and guided by the knife

Running faster towards the night
Swinging flails and sharpened knives
Dreams are filled with your demise
Your death should not come as a surprise
Stab you and twist hear the cries
Endless weapons and supplies
We start our attack in the middle of the night
But the siege continues past sunrise

Embracing their death
A testament to flesh
Ripping flesh from bone
Your sins are now atoned

The sun sets on the second day
The rains have fell the sky was grey
The battle field has filled with mud
The soil mixed with running blood
There is no counting the lives that were lost
Countless mothers have lost their sons
Countless brothers have lost their brethren
A once fertile field has now gone barren
A once fertile field can't cultivate a crop
Can't grow food cause the dead and the frost
Starving families suffer famine
Hunger pains are causing panic
Death is surley now our preference
Everyones starving they are famished
Everyones starving they are famished