Never Bury the Hatchet
Once a man washed his hands In pure water and soil I wash mine in the blood Of my slain foes And the rate of the day Is the price on your head I know the ambush of your mind Maimed you a long time ago Will the end be divine Less agonizing than the start Or is it the reincarnation Of revenge and hate united Never bury the hatchet Don't give in to peace Never speak words of surrender Nevеr make a truce Fear of havoc madе man grovel On bare knees before the slaughter I march before the cheering crowds Hand held high in salute Sharp eyes scanning the horizon For the rise of the storm I feel the end of your days Been drained away as life fades Will the end be divine Less agonizing than the start Or is it the reincarnation Of revenge and hate united Never bury the hatchet Don't give in to peace Never speak words of surrender Never make a truce Don't lay claim to my bloodline Don't push yourself above me In me you see the executioner The last of a dying breed Under one flag in the dawning age Pure rebellion force alive and evil I wrote the prelude to the nightmare With a craving for destruction The refinement of your soul Will be in my grasping hands I never practice what I preach Instead I slay the life out of you
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026