Sinister Will from Mortal by Necrot

Masters of war, enslavers of minds
control from the shadows,
disseminate pain.
They're selling you dreams
while building your grave,
corrupted by power
They're men with no name.
A sinister will ingrained in our soul.
A sinister will origin of war.
Silent are corpses
and still are the graves.
Holding my breath
I was bringer of Death.
Bleeding for living
their hate through my hands
delivers destruction.
This evil won't end.
A sinister will ingrained in our soul.
A sinister will origin of war.
Believing the false you answered the call.
Protecting their lies, they've sent you to die.
Blood drips, future erased.
No one wins in a losing game.
Sinister will.
No exit wound, nothing remains,
on either side only graves.
Blood drips, future erased.
No one wins in a losing game.

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