Acrostichon Havoc
We fight on this field of honour Maimed bodies everywhere We mystify our feelings Thinking anyone cares This mystical sphere Malice of the mind We will soon die here Our bodies they won't find They call this a field of honour But I just feel pain Four of us against an army It is just insane Malediction of the mind We're the tyrants quarries Fairy massacre Is there life beyond death The tyrants soldiers Try to pierce my heart My armour won't last for long Mind and body will part Blood enters my mouth I try to scream I see blood everywhere Is this true or just a dream
