I take a look around, the blood of my men has painted the ground. There are corpses lying everywhere, some try to raise and fight in despair. As our enemy comes between the lines, different thoughts go over the mind, it seems to be the end of our days.
I should have died, now I'm sitting here sad as fuck, wishing I wouldn't have fought to stay alive, that was the easiest way and choice to get out now I'm only forced to face the barrel of my own gun, and not another one attached to arm that's not mine
No, scratch that, where's the axe at? I must creep and whack silently during the night, I will take care of myself when I see the sun come up,that's when tonight will end, I've lost my mind and now it's time to take my anger out on those I hate and despise