Barbaric Prayer

Swords clash, frightening times.
Life and death way on both minds.

They fight each other strictly as told.
Small part they feel bonded in soul.

Whom is this one we call enemy.
Leaders have problems but you done none to me

Neither allowed to relinquish
Possible their family will vanquish.

What a foolish game to play.
Not a word to say.

Wounds bleeding out.
Looser falls in a bloody shout.

Victor now stands sickened by the deed.
On to the next battle proceeds.

Where are these brave men hollering war.
At home plotting victory safe behind doors.

Men all across feeling gods ashamed.
We are the ones that will receive blamed.

Each moment death could call.
Each one just waiting his time to fall.

If this is all instore for me.
Praying this darkness their family won't see.

I guess I'll stop here nothing more to say.
End my torture God, hear a barbarian pray.