| On this grand day, see us laughing
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| We sing this song for victory
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| 'Verminblood will mark my weapon'
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| They’ll forget slaughtered lives
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| We shall sing 'verminblood', and none survive
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| Together we’ll trample a thousand people; |
| how they’ve treated us
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| Victory, they fall back northern
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| Dead, wounded and fucked
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| Fall in line and dig the graves on mass again
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| Throw in those at fault
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| Hope the slaughter begins again
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| Leave the wounded for us
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| Choke on fog and reach for us
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| And feel the taste of sharpened steel
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| Scream for death if you have had enough
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| Can you see me laughing? |
| Dancing?
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| The dance of death
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| See now, we slaughter the wounded
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| And the weeping vermin
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| The feeling we get is wonderful
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| The sound of silence for us all
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| On this grand day, singing and laughing
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| We sing this song for victory
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| 'Verminblood will mark my weapon'
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| They’ll forget slaughtered lives
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| We shall sing 'verminblood', and none survive |