Bloodlust

I stand above the battle field, it comes.
The adrenaline rushes are called "Battle high"
You can see your enemies advancing in unison.
Your commander lets out a short sigh.

You know what he knows. There's no chance of success.
You know this will be a fight for your life.
Your head will begin to spark into overdrive.
Your muscles will harden at the oncoming strife.

As the enemies roar rip through the fabric of your soul,
You look upon your men to find a person you can trust.
It'll finally dawn that there is only you in this.
Your instincts will activate and you'll feel the bloodlust.

The battle begins and your mind is set.
You will stop them, even if it kills you.
Adrenaline will hit your muscles, causing increased ability.
Your mind acts as a path for your soul to pass through.

Blood will splash, bodies will rip and men will scream.
You, however will be deaf to their wails.
You'll feel completely insane, but that's just intincts.
They're telling you to set your sail.

Your enemies begin to flee and plead for their lives.
You've won the battle through ashes and dust.
Your commander promotes you for the impressive victory.
But you'll always look back and know you were saved by the bloodlust...