I MARCH FOR BLOOD

industrial metal, symphonic industrial, dark industrial марш/halftime stomp

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I walk into battle with axes warm in my hands,  
Close enough to feel bones break, close enough to taste the lands.  
Blood hits my face like rain from a storm,  
And I laugh as it runs down — hot, bright, warm.

**Hook**  
I march for blood.  
Not banners. Not kings.  
I fight for the violence  
That Underlord Malthraksis brings.  
Today I kill the Conclave.  
Tomorrow? Whoever stands near.

**Verse 2**  
The ulund welcomed me.  
The Khymians prayed I’d stay.  
They needed something cruel enough  
To carve Palifala’s magic away.

So I carved.  
I split shields, split skulls, split hope.  
Their screams rose like incense,  
And I breathed it in like smoke.

They call me ally.  
They call me savior.  
They call me necessary.  
But I am none of those things.  
I am hunger with a heartbeat.  
I am violence with wings.

**Hook**  
I march for blood.  
Not banners. Not kings.  
I fight for the violence  
That Underlord Malthraksis brings.  
Today I kill the Conclave.  
Tomorrow? Whoever stands near.

**Bridge**  
He promised me carnage —  
Not loyalty, not glory, not peace.  
Just the freedom to break things  
And never stop the feast.

So I march north with the others,  
But I do not march *with* them.  
I march *through* them.  
I march past them.  
I march toward the next throat  
That needs opening.

**Final Verse**  
When the Conclave Arcana falls,  
When their magic burns out and dies,  
When the battlefield quiets  
And the last wounded soldier cries —

I will not rest.  
I will not kneel.  
I will not thank them for standing beside me.

I will lift my axes,  
Taste the blood on my lips,  
And choose the next enemy  
From whoever still lives.

Because I march for blood.  
And blood is everywhere.

2030/7500

**Verse 1** I was born in the cracks where the planes bleed fire, Where the ground shakes with hunger and the air stinks of desire. I don’t scheme. I don’t whisper. I don’t bargain or plead. I take what I want — and what I want is to watch things bleed. I walk into battle with axes warm in my hands, Close enough to feel bones break, close enough to taste the lands. Blood hits my face like rain from a storm, And I laugh as it runs down — hot, bright, warm. **Hook** I march for blood. Not banners. Not kings. I fight for the violence That Underlord Malthraksis brings. Today I kill the Conclave. Tomorrow? Whoever stands near. **Verse 2** The ulund welcomed me. The Khymians prayed I’d stay. They needed something cruel enough To carve Palifala’s magic away. So I carved. I split shields, split skulls, split hope. Their screams rose like incense, And I breathed it in like smoke. They call me ally. They call me savior. They call me necessary. But I am none of those things. I am hunger with a heartbeat. I am violence with wings. **Hook** I march for blood. Not banners. Not kings. I fight for the violence That Underlord Malthraksis brings. Today I kill the Conclave. Tomorrow? Whoever stands near. **Bridge** He promised me carnage — Not loyalty, not glory, not peace. Just the freedom to break things And never stop the feast. So I march north with the others, But I do not march *with* them. I march *through* them. I march past them. I march toward the next throat That needs opening. **Final Verse** When the Conclave Arcana falls, When their magic burns out and dies, When the battlefield quiets And the last wounded soldier cries — I will not rest. I will not kneel. I will not thank them for standing beside me. I will lift my axes, Taste the blood on my lips, And choose the next enemy From whoever still lives. Because I march for blood. And blood is everywhere.

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