Battle Worn Songtext
von Walking Wounded

(There′s a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand)

Held captive by this mortal form
My body shattered, my spirit worn
The pain of existence can not be erased
Condemned to a life devoid of grace


Another night spent numbing the pain
The drink does nothing to ease the strain
Tortured by wounds from a thousand blades
My warriors' heart replaced with shame

Crippled by sorrow, lost in the depths
Mocked by my comrades, nothing is left
A meaningless life, unable to fight
I welcome the frigid arms of death

Gods hear my prayers
Save me from this despair

Shrouded in endless night
Reaching towards the light