Swords Through Skulls
In the fields,
On the dry cold land,
There are monsters.
Torn up skeletons,
Lying on the ground.
One by one.
Swords inside the skulls,
Slicing through brains in half,
Blood trickling down their heads.
The demon within,
Daemons of Hell.
All dead...
Dusty bones,
Bloody puddles,
Lie by my feet.
Nothing but bloods and guts.
What a horrific battle.
The skeletons are destroyed.
This is the battle,
Of the dead...
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