LOST SOULS

Never drop a tear,
never regret to die.
For we are the lost souls
not able to even ask why.

We go staight to bad war
armed in sharp machine guns,
walk trought the fields of mines,
we fly to death in parts.

I've lost my fucking sense
and I have lost my mind.
The Devil asked to dance
and I said 'yes, that's fine'.

He leads me straight to hell -
land of eternal flames.
I follow blindly there
with sick inhuman face.

Ponury_Nekromanta