| Flames of red they escape the fire
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| The battle rages on, violation of minds
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| Wiped out everyone who will stand in their path
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| Replacing the life by the foul stench of death
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| Corpses of the wicked
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| Wide-spreading grief and terror
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| The sacred rise above
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| Seeking to the ground
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| Deadringers, warmongers, hypochrists
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| Masquerade in blood
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| Like a new-born that squalls as it takes the first breath
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| He cries to the war because he ain’t got no brain
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| Mounted on horseback the devil in man
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| This white livered general, this killing friend
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| Corpses of the wicked
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| Wide-spreading grief and terror
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| The sacred rise above
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| Seeking to the ground
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| Deadringers, warmongers, hypochrists
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| Masquerade in blood
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| With brutal destruction they scatter their bombs
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| Don’t care about children who’ll scream and burn
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| The shadows of murderer will cover the light
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| Producing the face that nevermore smile
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| Corpses of the wicked
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| Wide-spreading grief and terror
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| The sacred rise above
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| Seeking to the ground
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| Deadringers, warmongers, hypochrists
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| Masquerade in blood
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| This vulture will desecrated
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| By arrogance and deadly hatred
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| Their names are standing for the wrong direction
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| In a time when god gives no more protection
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| Corpses of the wicked
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| Wide-spreading grief and terror
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| The sacred rise above
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| Seeking to the ground
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| Deadringers, warmongers, hypochrists
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| Masquerade in blood |