Perfect Combatants

They are the constancy
The final evolution
This is the last conception
That God has done

Built for eternal combat
A war that still remains
The end of destination
When all is gone

Fight, kill, blood and gore
The quintessence of war is what they’re living for

Pain, death, they don’t mind
Pure bloodlust, raging blind
When factions will collide

The violent spawn
Still rages on
To kill the dawn
They fight a war

The iron creed will sow the seed
All that we bleed to fight a war

The violent legacy
Eternal loyalty
Surrounded be devotion
They’re marching on

One closing intervention
Unending desolation
Last act of wickedness
Before he is gone