| I walk through fire, i feel no pain
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| Fields of war which fuel my veins
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| In the end, son, i was once like you
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| Cut me child, you’ll see i bleed
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| Scars of black which help me see
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| In the end, son, i was once like you
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| Life, birth, blood, doom
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| The hole in the ground is comin' round soon
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| Life birth blood doom
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| The hole in the ground is comin' round, comin' round soon
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| Fields of death, the rotted womb
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| Hatred, chainsaw, the blessed doom
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| In the end, son, i was once like you
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| The ashes that fly, the skin which burns
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| Kill all you can, refuse to learn
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| In the end, son, i was once like you
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| Life, birth, blood, doom
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| The hole in the ground is comin' round soon
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| Life birth blood doom
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| The hole in the ground is comin' round, comin' round soon
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| Life, birth, blood, doom
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| The hole in the ground is comin' round soon
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| Life birth blood doom
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| The hole in the ground is comin' round, comin' round soon |