an other killchain

  can feel the powder burning

ignited by vengenace

zero is confirmed

sight are clear

cannons in the right position

doesnt matter the blood , the sweat, or the tears

we ‘ve got to keep fireing

crack open the night with fire and steel
 
waching planes fall like comets to the ground

fireing relentless, like a machine of thunder

make me want more and more

spitting metal at  6000 rounds per minute  in every direction 
al pain is gone , with every casket of spent ammo falling to the ground, one peace
of sanity is turn to smoke …black smoke

 

.in the end is only for the bloodlust , even if u cant see it the

enormus clouds of smoke start to cover the nightsky

 full moon let me get sharper

 no resting of the trigger finger until the last bullet have crossed the night

..until the last enemy is going down in flames or until I die

the only thing i know for shure is: when i die i wont know

there is nothing that matters to me any more
with clenched teeth i just wach them split their skull into the wall of bullets…
black grained death
agony  captured in the cannon soul 

time to die …time to kiss your life goodbye