The name I once treasured with silver and gold, to love locked up in memories with pain I sold.

In 11 hours we're about to go to war...
Hands trembling, legs shaking, everyone's throat is sore.
Animal instincts deep down inside craving for more -
more fights, more lives, even if the body would tore.
Down to business,
down on the floor.
no talking,
straight to the core.
All this bloodshed,
is used to bore
out results of yours.