Death Doesn't Have Boobs

Ride into battle
Fear dies with hate
Feed off the carnage
From it my soul i create

I will taste
I have seen
Still my foe comes after me
I will run and i can hide
Today is my day to die

The arrow finds the ground
The leaf leaves the tree
The sparrow finds his rest
Should it be different for me

Embrace the harvest
Silence the voice within
Bleed out the weakness
Let the next life begin

I can beg and i can scream
But he won't lose his grip on me
I can beg and i can plead
Death won't lose his grip on me