Tired I can feel my body,burnt,battered and fired I put down My blood ridden axe I see all the facts My axe Azaroth remains alys so true When in use it feels so new Like rejuvenated Killing everyone who had alienated I killed all who I hated With each kill a memory is faded Evaded I ponder My imagination wanders Is this it? I mean I know I can not quit Time going fast as I sit I run my finger on Azaroth's blade In my greif I sjall not wade But prepare myself for all is to come How they greet me in a great sum I can Hear them yelling God,I fear is not there to hear me telling.... That all I wish is to be alone In my dark,damp castle no technology or phone For if I did,who would I talk to For noone is there to have things to do If I did I would feel a fool To let mere emotions rule over me This cannot be If I did though, safe would be humanity Quite the costs indeed To be accepted,I must sucumb to human needs Why,how can this be? All this so my enemies can have peace...