Wastrels

Locked in fearful frenzy, Gripped n’ dragged into the crossfire. Pray to a true eye’s arsenal. And they’re dropping like flies – as you cry: Beware the light coming through! There is no escape from here. Despite the vow that you took – I knew it – you can’t take it no more. But we are the bloody Wastrels of War. Pray in her name tonight, oh-oh! Bold steel is twinkling bright. Let’s gather some heads, alright? Let none of These paltry wimps Escape alive. Slaughter is the way. Our wisest women say: Go plow the killing ground and save Your wailing sound for the whores! Wicked eyes are scanning the hole. Only run when the Nether Priest Points out the gates down to the mines. I struggle so hard to get you past the lines. We are the bloody Wastrels of War. Pray in her name all night, oh-oh! This gleaming edge, an elating sight. I’ll gather their heads, alright? Their sacrifice Makes me feel alive. Slaughter is the way. Our wisest women say: Go plow the killing ground and save Your wailing sound for the boars! You keep lamenting that she rapes us day by day. But we are her wastrels. Every woman, child, and man: Quit the whining, show me your white teeth, and keep smiling! I’ll stroke their heads tonight, oh-oh, Blood-soaked, a breathtaking sight. We were her wastrels The moment we strode into the fight. Slaughter is the way. Our wisest women say: Go plow the killing ground and spare Us that wailing sound for good!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 10, 2025