The Fighting Ones

Twisted and corrupted
Broken, tortured
in all our souls
now lost and damned.
Remade upon the anvil war,
we creatures of anger and rage
of violence and brutal assault,
destined for vicious unrest
our every movement fuelled
by endless anger and fury
we are outrage made manifest,
and we will not be stopped by pain
and we will not be stopped by fear,
our glory rises from the gory
we will have it at any cost
for we are the hands to the hatred
as we are the fated fighting ones.