Medieval

Sword severs head from neck
Axe hacks you into two
Mace turns your organs useless
Arrows always find their mark

Let's go back to a simpler time
When all that matter was spilt blood

Some ran and cowered
Some fought and they died
All bled as they issued their cries

Slit throat
blood on the water

Hacked into pieces
Axe lays abandoned

Coughing blood
Heart stops beating

Hole in your neck
Bloodied arrow lays nearby

Let's go back to a simpler time
When all that mattered was spilt blood