Thundra

In between the sword and flesh, feelings reveal the nature of man.
Songs of hate of flow through our nature like water of blood.
Sounds of the last breath is the hunger of man, survive the strong.
The way of the mankind thus feelings exsist, but do not show.
Chosen by veins, fate does now mean what is shows, it waits but does not feel.
Save what there is not, so drowned in sorrow, there is no end.
Mankind stands resolve what path to go, make your way to battle and fight.
Follow to the frozen ground, choose one of the thousand trails and take a stand.
Makes a mans blood pure when noble do,hypocrisy saves the life you enjoy.
To evoke the lunacy that beholds would pain then suffer.
Wake what ever it will but do not show what bones do tell.