massacre

Drummers, begin,

Pipers, unsheathe

Hooves, mark my beat

Blood, quench this fire….

Unfairness... oppression... freedom..

to enslave.. to eat more of this banquet of life...

This thirst, this lust, this boiling of our blood…

What other spurs are needed?

Like ants, like swarms of locust…

We spread the blight were we go…

So small each one of us....

So destructive the sum of us all...

Oh, how the flesh rips…

Oh, how the bones they shatter…

Oh the blood. How it smears…

Oh the tears… how futilely they fall…

Let us flank through the naïve ones…

Let us ambush the reckless ones…

Let us siege the stubborn…

Let us charge, let us die…

All will break, all but the blood..

A sweet rhythm, a sweet rhythm that persists,

Let there be no more spurs…

Let us rest in our scarlet graves…