Adversaries will cower
In the wake of his appearance
Clad with remains of their friends
Bludgeoning them with power
As they strain to make a defense
The bringer of death descends
Skull fragment armor
It's a trophy of war
Pieces of cleft craniums shield the gore
Towering clad in bone
Cranial plate mail spattered
With the blood and brains of the foe
Murdering dozens alone
Countless skeletons shattered
Rivers of fresh blood will flow
Skull fragment armor
Designed by the cruel
Decimation is the only rule
Hewing through a frightened face
His rotting visage gleaming
Demented lust for violence and pain
Impervious to counter-strikes
He mangles without feeling
Only satisfied when all he sees are slain
Another head collapses
His spiked club dripping brain
Torrents of blood are gushing from the hole
Towering over corpses
Nothing here still living
He begins to scavenge, a killer with no soul
Skull fragment armor
Is a trophy of war
Pieces of cleft craniums shield the gore
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