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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 teel of this warfilled hell bonesaw bonanza they sever our rotting limbs bonesaw bonanza gangrenous we twist and turn and die bonesaw bonanza the batllefield took kits toll atleast 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