The Killing Fields 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Well this one came to me while listening to Slayer and thinking 
about the mosh pit at the last Slayer/Pantera concert I went to. 
I hope you like it.

Men let us all gather round
The bell hath tolled and made her sound
Our enemy awaits on the field of blood
We shall defend the crown fighting in the mud
And we shall never surrender

Charging into battle war
Axes grinding blood and gore
Hardened warrior upon his horse
Making widows no remorse

The clash of axes
Our shields are strong
Gored our enemies all day long
Swift and cunning is this band
Seasoned, tested, fighting by hand

Chariots spinning with blades beneath
Cutting ribbbons, busting teeth
Helmets fastened upon our heads
All our enemies wind up dead

If an enemy comes across our path
We cut them, make them feel our wrath
Violence, killing, blood, and war
Clashing axes men of lore

Dead lay sprawling in our wake
Dying breath from them we'd take
Conquered spoils for country and king
Showed no mercy, took everything

Violence, killing, blood, and war
Clashing titans, guts, and gore
Swords did clash
Heads were smashed
Towns were trashed

Vilolence, Shivalry, rivalry, misery
Driven on by God and Country
Knighted, exhaulted, let us sing
Knelt we did before the king
Stood we brave out on the killing fields