DESCRIPTION:
"Storm of Swords" by The Classic Struggle from the "Feel Like Hell" album.

Evil now
Burns in me
Burns in me
A shameless filth
Pollutes my mind
The cold barrel
A glimpse of death
The taste of steel
To coat the throat
Why choke on a
Hopeless thought
Envision black
It's barely out
Of the reach
But it's not death
That plagues me
No time
No other world
Where all
Where all is well
Don't take
The short road
Out of this place
Don't take
The short road
Find
The place
Inside
Where the soldier lies
And fear goes to die
Find
The place
Inside
Where the soldier sleeps
And fear
Goes
To
Die

The storm
Rages now
The sound of swords
Floods the night
Cutting down
All in sight
Cutting down
All in sight
Let
The blood
Pour out
And rot on
The ground
Now your plan is
All laid out
Now your plan is
All laid out
Choose wisely
Don't look back
Never
Let the fire
Burn down
Never
Let the fire
Burn down
Keep
Your goals
In sight
Battle till your death
Keep
Your goals
In sight
Battle till your death
Giving in
To this world
Is not
For us
We will
Die
By the sword