Bonesaw Bonanza - Paganizer

Thrown into the battlefield

Where steel and flesh collides

Forced to draw my battleaxe

And join the boiling chaos

Hunted through the hills

On our scornful retreat

Yet I escaped and

Lived to tell of this warfilled hell

Bonesaw bonanza

They sever our rotting limbs

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Gangrenous we twist and turn and die

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The battlefield took kits toll

At least I saved my head

And didn’t have it roll

Wounded by a battleaxe

That cut my arm in two

I now lay down to rest

Among the wounded rest