Warfare

Have you seen the man with blood in his hair?
Commander of the forces, in war all is fair.
Waiting in the wings and a lie on his tongue,
Going to destroy and going to be strong.

Many lost battalions of fighters rude and rough,
Go to win medallions and never get enough.
Riding with the devil direct into dread,
Talking with your bullets, a voice you never had.

Chronicles of hatred warfare has to sell,
Terrifying power hokes the sound of bells.
Bad decay surrounds you like a foggy zone,
Demons pave the highway to your bloody throne.

Warfare
The frightening abyss of death.

Terror
The nuclear horror awakes