| Forced into submission, die against their will
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| Skulls will decorate his wall, trophies from the kill
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| Held within tradition, selective twist of fate
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| Twisted, mangled, bloodied inside, there is no escape
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| Ambush! |
| Enemy attack!
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| Bayonets stick in your back
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| Trenches starting to flood
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| With a soldiers blood
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| Stalking out your victims, make them yours to claim
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| Their skulls will decorate your wall, their lives you will take
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| Now your in position, moving into kill
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| Trashing, gutting, shredding the hide, drenched in, the blood, spilt
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| Ambush! |
| Enemy attack!
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| Bayonets stick in your back
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| Trenches starting to flood
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| With a soldiers blood
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| Hunting, victims, behind disguise
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| Finish, the prey, without mistake
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| Slaughter, butcher, taking their pride
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| Ambushed, attack, leave them to die! |