Glory Through Blood (Battle Beast)

I ain’t here for your world or your weak-ass peace,

I came for the thrill, for the blood, for the beast.

Battle Beast, remember the f**kin’ name,

Glory through carnage, I bathe in the flame.

War in my veins, I was bred to destroy,

No mercy, no pause — just pressure and noise.

I ain’t no damn soldier, I’m the war itself,

You pray for death when I step from stealth.

Snap spines like twigs, paint planets red,

Rip limbs off kings, leave em beggin’ instead.

You clap for your “heroes”? I crush their skulls,

Call it combat art — my blade carves dulls.

Mark? Omni-Man? Pfft, barely a bite,

I live for war that don’t end in one night.

I ain’t one of your little comic book grunts,

I’m a death god swingin’ blood-drippin’ fronts.

Glory, no peace — I crave the pain,

Scream in the carnage, war in my brain.

Steel in my grip, bones in my teeth,

I ain’t a fighter, bitch — I’m Battle Beast.

No purpose but war, no throne, no crown,

But I’ll gut your gods, burn your cities down.

This ain’t a fight — it’s a f**kin’ feast,

Come meet your end by the fangs of the Beast.

I turned champions to mulch with a single roar,

Split a Vil-truh-mite's skull just to settle a score.

You beg for truce? I’m allergic to peace,

I laugh while I peel your flesh in one piece.

No planet holds me, no master, no leash,

Every swing’s an offering, every wound’s a preach.

You fight for justice, I fight for thrill,

You hesitate once — I’m already spilled.

Don’t speak of honor unless it’s earned in war,

Don’t talk survival unless you’ve bled on the floor.

They call me monster — I call that tame,

I’m the god of wounds, pain’s my f**kin’ name.

Glory, no peace — I crave the pain,

Scream in the carnage, war in my brain.

Steel in my grip, bones in my teeth,

I ain’t a fighter, bitch — I’m Battle Beast.

No purpose but war, no throne, no crown,

But I’ll gut your gods, burn your cities down.

This ain’t a fight — it’s a f**kin’ feast,

Come meet your end by the fangs of the Beast.

Rip 'em in half just to hear their last prayer,

Honor in gore — I don’t f**kin' care.

I don’t fight for peace, or truth, or right,

I fight for the blood that spills in the night.

So mark my steps — they’re soaked in red,

Count your breaths — you’ll soon be dead.

Battle Beast — I kill to feel alive,

And I’ll keep killing ‘til none survive.

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