• Winning is My Game, Fighting is my life,
    Smiling in the mud, and chuckling in the strife.

    Hammering away, smashing in the wall,
    Climbing every mountain, I will never fall.

    They tremble at my arrival, and turn the other way,
    My blood boils with joy; I welcome them to hell today.

    Driving through the ranks, ripping through the flesh,
    Adrenaline pumping for more victims fresh…

    Spattered everywhere, the blood is my prize.
    I crush another skull, with a glimmer in my eyes.

    This is my nature, where I feel most at home,
    Cutting through bodies, and breaking every bone.

    I cannot get enough, my body shakes with glee,
    The little worms scatter, in screaming fear of me.

    And I enjoy their terror, drinking it like wine,
    Their feeble attempts of attack, fail in the wake of mine.

    Their horror is my food; their blood is my drink,
    The violence is my air; I’d rather fight than think.

    And when my end comes, I will not submit!
    Fighting to the end, taking every hit.

    Before I go to heaven, I fight as in a dream,
    And afore my final breath, I teach them how to scream.

    Even when I die, my corpse they dare not move,
    Their fear is everlasting, my power not to prove.

    And I am happy in hell, the monsters and endless nights,
    Provide me with a decent challenge, and never ending fights.