City In Ruin

The blood is dripping from Anarchy's blade.
The city smells rank from death and rot
God cursed us with this barbarian raid
Some fought to survive but many did not
Decapitation before my own eyes
The warriors charged in, an endless flood
Good men fight and fall. and silently cry
our blades fall down and stain the streets with blood
The epitome of devastation
All rifles pointed at the varlet
A woman rose, the enemy's matron
And she cut my throat to spill sweet scarlet
Now I bleed in this street, eyes on the moon
And now I die in the City Of Ruin