The Reaper's Loot

Of war, of war this day I write,
Of battle and blood that is shed in the night,
Of cries and screams, of blood and pain,
I wish this night to become day's light.

The pain, the pain of the killing pursuit,
The scars etched upon berserker brutes,
The hate and fear of fire and lead,
I see the fruit of the reaper's loot.

Oh fire, oh fire and destruction's start,
Oh copper and lead seeking the foes' hearts,
Oh flesh and bone you sought to rend,
And as their souls depart,

The devil sees your new art.